(from Typewriters Voice)
Life is neither perfect, nor convenient.
Misled myself for far too long! I’m learning to accept that mistake now. Still mending wounds, though... I tell you, things could have been worse.
Am currently deconstructing where I went wrong, optimistically to correct at the soonest, but taking my time anyway. HAHAHA!!!
Realized there are things we can live without, or deter at the moment.
Certain people may not be comfortable around me anymore; I’m slowly learning to live with that, too.
At the very least, I’ve been true to myself. Able to have said what I always wanted to say in the distant past, whether they believed it or not— tried again and again, even just in words: actions halted every time; expressed (although somewhat hidden) regret/frustration/sadness/loneliness/even anger, for the “failure” itself. Now hopefully starting to recover for good.
All things considered, (surprisingly,) I’m somehow quite happy. And somehow… at peace.
