I am plagued with guilt; riddled with remorse.I sit here every night, around midnight or shortly after and look forward at the window where my cat likes to perch and stare outside at the ruthless outside world. I sit here and i see the bar stand that was there and i see the phone that rested on it. Like a broken record my mind replays the events of that overcast night in early April.I hear the...

i’d probably use my advanced knowledge quantum physics to go back in time after a close call with an automobile after going home from giving my boyfriend a sub-par hand job outside of a cafe. on the drive home, in the events leading up to my near accident i will reflect on my life prior to be a 15 year old girl who gives to boys i known for less than 5 minutes. back to when i was a 23 year old...