Class of '27

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎

Are mistakes truly lessons?

Mistakes have sizes. Lots of them. Some are small, something you'd probably get over in like minutes and most likely isn't that bad! Some are big, and albeit life changing...or ruining. And some of them probably don't even need a size and are noticeable enough to make you feel like the worst human being in the world where you feel like you pretty much deserve to die no matter the intention. Lessons are supposed to enlighten. To teach. To differ both right and wrong into two separate sides of life, in which we are gifted the free will to decide which one we want to live in. Then, we move forward. No looking back, no reminiscing, no regrets, nothing. We just...move forward. Kind of like some sort of clock. Or a bird in the sky. Maybe even a car. Okay, maybe not a car. Cars can go in reverse. Let's go with a train instead. I don't know, I'm just naming a bunch of shit that moves.

The point is...I'm not the best with moving forward. I'll at least admit that. So...I have just a couple things I wanna get off my chest before I move forward. It won't take long...or maybe it will. I'm not promising anything.
I must say though, there's a catch: None of the names are real. They're all made up to avoid some petty ass drama that probably has like a 15% chance of happening for all we know. It's up to you to figure out their real names. Well, if you want.

That's all.
                   "Mireille".