It started off pretty well. I woke up early, lazed around because it’s Sunday. …had breakfast- unremarkable. Sat down for a little while to let my stomach settle. (Sometimes I have stomach issues after breakfast. It’s gone on for years.) Then, I decided to go out… and I ended up messing up someone else’s car in the process.
I don’t want to get into too much detail, on the off chance that any real-life contacts read this, so please forgive the relative vagueness. But, I was driving, and I hit something that seemed smaller than it was, and it messed up the car. I don’t know how badly yet, but my heart aches with guilt. That’s really the part that I need to release.
I felt so horrible, friends. I cried all day. I’ve yet to be forgiven for my mishap, if forgiveness comes. I called Girlfriend, who always has opinions when it comes to my fragile emotions, and she attempted to cheer me up. But, I was insistent on the emotional flagellation, and it continues well into this late night.
I may take this down, as it’s not my usual fare, but I just need to let it out somewhere where it can breathe and not bother me for a while. Thanks for reading.