Words. Stupid ones.
I say stupid shit sometimes. I dig ridiculously deep holes for myself, generally because I’m stubborn and persistent and can’t just admit when I’ve fucked up and apologize. Dad always told me… the first step in getting yourself out of the hole is to stop digging. I need to heed that wisdom more often. I say things that come off as hurtful, because I have a tendency to be blunt in the heat of a discussion… I don’t think before I speak. And I know when I do it, and I immediately feel awful about it, but I’m so fucking full of myself that it’s more important to me to save face and pretend like I’m right when I know that the right thing to do is to just shut the fuck up. I’m genuinely sorry when this happens, and it’s how I feel right now.
I hurt people who I love, and that’s not cool.
I’m sorry.
I love you.
