anya was on my side

I'm not crazy. The sign of a crazy person must be the disclaimer. So I simply mean, I can manage my fear. It does not paralyze me. I just do not like it. And I feel that though it is not the only reason I live downtown, my choice to live amongst tall buildings, dodgy back alleys and concrete for miles should earn me a haven from the bunny rabbits.

But still they scamper through my parking lot, taunting me.

could be

My regrets are few.

I thought they would be black marks but instead they are empty holes.

The regrets I have are what I have not done. Not what I have done. There are things I have done which I am embarrassed by. I regret any hurt I have caused. And if I knew the actions or words to blame perhaps I would regret. But the joy I missed or the pain I could have prevented seems the greater regret.