I remember reading a postcard on postsecret once and I have a stupid habit of saving the ones that appeal to me in one way or another... I'll put the picture up at the bottom.. Anyways, some things that have happened recently reminded me of that postcard and I realised the meaning, the essence of it in the true sense. In a way that it ..um..hurt and.. just.. brought with it sheer guilt and patheticness. I don't know when I turned so ..indifferent and ...unsympathetic (?) ..or I showed it that way anyway.... and I've made it harder you know? To connect. To actually show I care. 'Cuz I do. I care a lot.
I am told it's never too late... I hope that's true. I hope it isn't late and that I can do something to mend the hearts I have broken. Knowingly or unknowingly. There are no excuses.... I just don't want to look back and choke at the thought that I didn't try. Or that I could've done something. I hope there is still time.
Huge ass lump in my throat.... uh.
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