I’m not my favorite person right now.

This is somewhat of a public apology to someone who will never read it. Someone I will more than likely (if either of us can help it) never see or interact with again. Better that way. Call it a conscience thing, the suffocating blanket of Catholic guilt that I will never shake…

What I did isn’t important. My reasons/excuses for having done it aren’t important (and on top of that, there is no actual valid reason or excuse for this to ever have happened).

Even after this is posted, I don’t think I’ll ever feel better about the whole incident, I may forget it after a while. But I’ll never be able to look back and feel good about myself or ever feel validated for having done it. There is no other direction except away from this, to never look back. Because looking back just makes everything worse.

He wasn’t all the way completely right in everything. And neither was I. I was never always completely innocent either. I need to remember to realize that. I need to remember it.

That’s enough now. Enough.