Gutsy.
(This is another one of those incoherent, un-proofread posts that I need to write to get things off my chest. Ignore everything. That’s always the disclaimer.)
“I fucked up, didn’t I?”
I’m glad I told you everything.
I’m glad I got everything off my chest.
I’m glad that you understood.
But, most of all, I’m glad you feel like shit for fucking up.
You fucked up royally, my good friend.
