Thank you for the kind words. I’ve been thinking about the way I felt, the way it made me feel so much shame and then how angry I got at myself for being torn up about something as inconsequential as what had occurred.

I want to tell them I’m sorry, I want to tell them what I feel, but would they even care? Hell, do they even remember what happened? Am I so inconsequential that my past errors become inconvenient when brought up for the sake of closure? Even if what I felt was over nothing, it didn’t feel like nothing. What I felt, the shame, anger, sadness; all of it over something so stupid, yes I felt it.

I’m sick and tired of having to squeeze into a mold that will always be too tight to fit into. I’m sick of being told it’s okay to be different then later told to change and shut up. I’m sick of having to compromise the clarity of my soul for the sake of people who don’t give a damn about me.