Four hours sleep. Breakfast, but no lunch.
On days like this I start obsessing about things; my mind has a mind of its own, it seems. Today, as it often is, it is focused on my mistakes.
On the slights I have committed, on the casual woundings and unintended thoughtlessness I have inflicted on people. Of sins of omission. Of the words "Thank you" and "I love you" and "Can I help?" left unspoken, sometimes through timidity but more often through carelessness.
I find it easy to forgive others; forgiving myself is a much harder proposition.
I would say "you know who you are" to all the people whom I have failed to remind of their importance in my life, but you can't know, can you?
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