Chapter 4: Regret, the Uninvited Guest
"I regret everything," said the philosopher, a wise old sage with a wispy beard that rivaled the wisps of his hair. "I regret the day I wore plaid with stripes, I regret the day I got a tattoo of a cat's face on my back, and I regret the day I ate that one slice of pizza that was just one slice too many."
And so begins our journey through the labyrinthine corridors of regret. A journey that will take us down the rabbit hole of what-ifs and maybes, where the only constant is the crushing weight of our own mistakes.
But fear not, dear reader, for in the depths of this despair, there lies a lesson: that sometimes, just sometimes, it's not your fault.
Read on for more tales of woe and the occasional glimmer of hope.
Or, if you're feeling particularly adventurous, you could:
