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I can’t take back what I’ve done. The world is an unforgiving place…What I’ve done is either unlike me… or the daunting part of me I never wanted to believe present.
Forgiveness. I don’t deserve any kind of exoneration. Nor do I ask. The theory of awful things someone has done being forgotten is too good too be true; literally. No sin is ever elapsed or forgotten. Looked at differently – maybe. But never forgotten.
I’d give anything to… expunge the previous.But, all things occur for a reason. …Right?
“It’s the thought that counts.” No. That only applies to certain events. When what you give isn’t good enough, it’s not even expected to be acknowledged.
Perfect definition of my apology. Not enough… The words ring in my mind – no, click – like those words were created for this specific terminology.
My philosophy is that if something doesn’t belong in the world… why bother? If something causes too much pain to too many people, especially those loved and acclaimed… why stay? If something is going to transpire or happen, that is too horrible, for no reason… It should relinquish. Go away. Die.
I’m not sure. There may be another way.
But for now… I’m not enough for the magnificent people I know. Words are no longer enough.
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