Words

It's okay. I've accepted the fact that I fucked up. I'm learning a lot about myself, and others, as a result. I'm sad to have lost someone who genuinely cared about me and who I found to be an amazing person. I lived up to their expectations. I'm not a terrible person. But will admit that my immaturity and dishonesty (to myself) got the best of me. Now I'm left to learn from my mistakes and move on. I still care and have. Words mean nothing.