List of Regrets?

*bust… gut… roll*

Not screaming for my mom when I saw that man setting our house on fire…I was scared.

Letting that big bitch from high school hit my ponytail everytime she got on the bus… I was scared… that was a BIG bitch.

Going to Micheal’s house that night that led me to the hospital for weeks… he wasn’t shit!

My first Joseph… Joseph K.

That dumb ass tattoo of “PVL” that I let some 15 year old do with a dirty needle and Indian ink on someone’s front porch.

Each time I bleached my hair and dyed it red… it made all my hair fall each and every time.

The night I snuck out of my nanny’s house to go to the club, get drunk and get in my FIRST car accident, I was 15… and dumb.

Going on “The Boulevard” that night and getting jumped by those million people… the police mased and arrested all our asses.

Skipping my last period to go with “the thief” to the mall… second arrest  -_-.

My second Joseph… Joseph L.

Not kissing Lil Wayne in the mouth when I saw him in “The Barn”… my first night of college, in a new city and I didn’t take my first and last chance at a bucket list item.

Fucking over Jasmine… only she would understand… I apologize.

Leaving Xavier to go to UL… loved New Orleans and hate Lafayette.

That whole year spent with my ex-fiancee… he sucked.

Not kissing my baby brother the last  time I saw him… it was after the club, in a hospital and I was fussing at him… he died, at 18 yrs. old, 10 days later. R.I.P. Mikey… I love you always.

Allowing “him” to continue the business.

Not beating that bitch ass that broke in my car the first time.

Not leaving “him” the first time I caught him at his ex’s house.

Dropping out of grad school… I am 75% done and haven’t been in 2 years.

Not leaving “him” the SECOND time I caught him at his ex’s house… that time he answered the door.

Leaving work early the day my favorite green car was totaled… and yes, it was a Honda. J (innie)

Bad habits… they started around this time.

Not spending every waking minute possible with my kids…. Those years were endearing.

Not beating that second bitch ass that keyed my car and bust my tires… that would have led to third arrest.

Ninety-percent of the outfits that I have worn… they always seem so cute at the moment… pictures looked at months later reveal they were hideous.

Getting on Twitter… it’s addictive.

Not leaving after the baby...insanity~ doing the same thing over and over and expecting a differnt outcome.

Getting that dermal in my chest… it was super painful, crooked and left the ugliest scar right in the middle of my freaking chest!

Too many drinks on too many nights of Shakers.

Wasted time… time is the most supreme of values.

Houston for New Years… I am sure I had fun… after the tenth, or fifteenth, drink things got kind of foggy.

A few “boos” here and there… very few… 3 assholes.

Befriending “crazy boy”… what goes around comes around psycho.

Not spending more time with my family... not allowing my kids to spend more time with our family.

Every opportunity I have ever missed to remind anyone that is dear to my heart that I love them... I LOVE YOU GUYS.

 Losing Grace' s phone number.. i miss her.

Not being in Houston where the other half of my heart resides... MOMMY LOVES YOU XA'VIAN!

Going there, doing this, making that...Him… you… etc. etc….. WAIT!

Nothing! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!... They are NOT regrets… LIFE LESSONS… all necessary for growth… I’m emerging…blossoming… become better. J

~Viola Monroe