Conscience

[saintmediocrity]

This will haunt me for years to come. But I made a decision to show up, and now I'm deciding to stay. They told me I should've stayed home. They were right. Now it's getting hard to sleep. Things aren't how they were supposed to be. My visions of what would make me happy failed, or are failing. I admit to fault and now I'm going to live with it.

I am irrelevant. I left the people I was important to. I'm just a ghostly acquaintance now. I got what was coming to me.