No Regrets, just Retrospect
It was my seventeenth year and the year I learned that nothing is permanent, everybody lies, power is an illusion, and that an entire life can crumble with a single phone call.  It was the year I learned that people will forever judge you through a fucked up sphere of outside influence, and not for your soul. That intentions don’t matter. And that jealously creates an army with a single target. And sometimes that target is going to be you. That sometimes you have to find a cellar within yourself and wait for the storm to pass.