As I lay here at night I think of things I wished I had done, said, or needed to feel and my only regrets are that I did not open myself up to the passion I know is inside of me. I keep it hidden as if I may not be able to control it once it is let loose. Sometimes though, I am just too tired. Of life, by work, taking care of the kid, to even feel as if I am alive and have needs. Regrets...