Buried Deep Into the Ground

As I shot this photo of the rainbow near my house, it reminded me a lot about the past. The craziest 2 months of experience which I've ever had. Mixture of feelings which had me almost gone insane. There are moments when I felt I deserved it, the sense of belonging was there, and the next minute, all those feelings just disappeared into thin air. It happened everyday, until I felt like giving up on everything. But then, I did actually. I did give up. And what happens now whenever I reminiscence about it?

Just plain regret.
A scar which stays permanent that can never be removed.

It's nothing big, not at all. It's actually something extremely silly. I laughed at myself for being so stupid, for trying to make a big fuss out of it. But I can't help feeling it, can't I? The feeling is exactly the same as how I felt a few years back. I feel angry and embarrassed at myself for letting it take over me again. I was doing pretty good. I am always assuming that I was.

I really need someone to confide to. Even if I did find one, I don't know how am I going to start as there's nothing left to say.

I need time. I need to listen to The Fray. and I need to go somewhere tomorrow.

Ps: If you don't get what my post is about, then you're not the only one because I am just as confused as you are.