Have you ever felt this way? When you feel like you just botched an oppotunity to feel like you did something in your life? When the same scene replays over and over again in your mind like a faulty tape? When you could think of a million other different scenarios that could have worked out better? When every other course of action but the one you took looked like a smart one?

Painful, isn't it? Sometimes, it just means so much to you that you can't just brush it off your shoulder like dust collecting. It eats away at both your heart and your head, to know that you're an idiot who lost a winning battle, to know that one stupid move caused you to lose the game, to know that of all the stupid mistakes a person can make, this one proves you can transcend foolproof limits. With every passing minute, a different possibility drifts into your mind. And you wince. Because for all the ideas that float in, none of them are going to be useful now. Like a dreadful case of lockjaw, it kills you silently.

It weighs you down. Your movement slows down. Attempts at peaceful rest are interrupted by new ideas. New, futile ideas. Your fingers become clumsy. Your mind grows numb. You try to tell yourself you have no time for this, but the more you try to push it to the back of your mind, the more it rears its ugly head to haunt you.

Regret.