Children grown on the edge of the ocean / Kept like jewelry kept with devotion
And now...
And now I’m pretty sure I have an apology to write.
And now I really really can’t put this off, can’t procrastinate any more.
And now I need to address this crushing, devastating guilt that’s been hanging over me for a week, causing me to stop what I’m doing and swear at myself every couple of minutes.
And now... fuck.
Fuck.
And now I’m pretty sure I have an apology to write.
And now I really really can’t put this off, can’t procrastinate any more.
And now I need to address this crushing, devastating guilt that’s been hanging over me for a week, causing me to stop what I’m doing and swear at myself every couple of minutes.
And now... fuck.
Fuck.