I used to take all of my self hardships out on everyone else.
On all of the people who loved me.
I have all of these vast and incredible conflicts in my mind and heart - ones in which me being me is the greatest barrier to overcome. And all of those struggles I had with myself I took out on those surrounding me as some sort of rebellious catharsis.
And now those seem to be the only memories that are flooding me.
I hope so, so, so much that they've forgiven me. I forgive them for everything, everything. I just really hope they forgive me.
Otherwise, how else can I go on?