I’m not going to ask it. Its incriminating, but I will say this;
I have made mistakes.
Big ones.
Not recently. Not within the past two months.
But I have made choices that would make me seem…
kind of heartless.
And its strange to look back on those actions, not with regret or shame, but confusion, because… I don’t know how I came to that place, but I was actually happy, then. Now, its kicking me in the ass, over and over again.
I guess this is public acknowledgement that I know what I did…
And that was me then, this is me now.
They are different things.
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