So basically I'm wow-ing at the parallels in our lives, cos that's basically what I feel about "that...thing" right now. I thought that this was one of your more fluid pieces because it all just like...flowed to the end and it seemed all even and such and I really hope you understand what I mean. :P And I really liked the candidness of it, like how five year olds tell it like it is.
Seriously I will actually critique you...and even better, make sense.
One day.

I like the way the speaker claims to not care, but also says that he/she is "bothered" that the "crippling regret" (good word choice, by the way) never came. It still means something to him/her. This suggests that there's more to the poem than just "Yeah, whatever, I don't care anymore." Good work.