Urgh, if repressed emotions could be used to propel spacecraft, I’d be on the moon by now. Sure, I’d be dead of suffocation too, but there you go.

To put it simply, I gambled and I lost. I had a good thing, but I got greedy and I wanted too much, so I went all in and lost everything. I couldn’t wait and I couldn’t bide my time, so I pushed it beyond its limits and my carefully constructed house of cards came crashing down.

I have so many regrets but what good are they now? Let them serve as cautionary tales in the future.

Time and again I seek freedom from others, only to realise that my gaoler wears my face.