I'm feeling very thoughtful.
I don't know, I look back on some mistakes I've made and I think to myself:
"How the fuck did you let that happen?"
or
"Why didn't you think a little more?"
After I analyze all of them I think:
"How the fuck did you let everything come to this?"
I then get angry with myself because I know that I have no fingers to point at anyone but myself. Even though I make 32097349856345986345 excuses none actually convince me that what I've done was wrong.
My appologies don't work anymore. I talk to brick walls.
My actions are ireversable.
I miss alot of
people because of my actions and it seems that I will never be able to tell them that. If I ever do get a chance I think I'll get spit in the face.
I'm very nostalgic and sorry right now.
If you are reading this right now, and you know who you are, I want to tell you that I'm sorry for how things turned out. I never wanted it to end up this way or go this far. I just want to tell you that.
kthnxbye
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