Why? Because at the end of the day, it's my fault.
That's what I tell myself and that's what people I care about tell me.
Somewhere, sometime and somehow I fucked up. Surely in the past, certainly now and most probably in the future.
Yet no one had the humane thought to tell me what my mistake was, and now I have to take accountable for my mistake in the past that no one took the rationality to point out.
It was easier to make assumptions than to ask. It was easier to use it in the future than to solve it when we had the chance.
It doesn't matter how much I twist and turn, the fault is all mine.
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Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
