Darling ghost, perhaps, it's okay if I don't give my all. After all, there is so much more to life than the one. Just give little pieces of me to everyone but more to the one. But as expected, will it really hurt to break myself into pieces? As the days pass by, will I be more gentle than yesterday? But... ( like always there is a but ) the punishment, for trying to be kinder to other person than I was yesterday, is hatred towards me of yesterday. As I try to be better, I have come to dislike the person i was yesterday. Thus, looking at my past means drowning in regret. Regret: the most useless emotion. However, I am stuffed with pride too. So, I will probably be able to move forward.
Your remorseful lion.