Retrospect
I realize that it's too late to right what I've wronged. Expectations are nothing when held up against what was meant to happen. Can't stop what's coming. Regret for what could have been is easy. Acknowledging what should have been is more constructive. Knowing what I was able to do truly from the beginning would have made for a better time this semester. Now leaves me only regret. Feeling extra hard about things seems to be how things are at this point in time. Oh well. If that's what it takes to set things right, I'll have it that way.