I did something wrong, something really really wrong. Something I never wanted to do, but then you have your breaking points, right? You can only stand it until a point, especially when you know you are not wrong.
But that doesn’t make what I did any correct, this is just an excuse, and now I might have to live with the stain forever. When everything was about to get right, when I expected life to take a full U-turn in the next few months, I messed up.
I had my priorities, I had my rules, I had my lines, and I broke them all to be something I used as a swear word. I became one of those that I hated, and because of them. But now, I’m one of them, and what’s the difference between them and me? Am I not what people hate? Were they not created by the like of them, just like me?
Now that I thought about its consequences, I think I might have gone too far, I think I might have done something I never wanted to do.
I don’t see a way out either, the only thing that I think I can do is apologize, and stop what I did immediately. Does that make sense?
Will the world forgive me for who I am? Will I forgive myself? Well maybe, well maybe not.
The only thing I know right now is that I need to stop.