Only posting because no one is going to read this and I want to put it out there somewhere
Life can be beautiful but also contain so much residual sadness at the same time. I’m still not sure how people forgive themselves and gracefully move on from their mistakes. I hate how these intrusive thoughts pop up from time to time and make me feel like I haven’t made progress.
I guess it’s sad that some things can’t be tied up neatly and end up staying with you forever. I think later I’ll think about them less. But they’ll still be there.
Things have been good and weird and sad and hard and fun. Adulthood is complex. I hope people remember that I’m human too.














