It’s facile to escape from a catastrophe. Half the time pretending like I don’t know what was going on when I knew exactly what I did wrong but refused to admit, rather than facing problems head on. Most of the times I face my issues head on. I do, I really do, I promise.

I don’t avoid those that I wronged like the plague while stole a quick glance here and there to determine if they were lively enough without me or live by the motto of “if you don’t see it, it doesn’t exist”. I don’t ignore my fears. But the least I can do was apologize if the guilt began to slowly catch up to me. That was the least thing I can do. At least, in my opinion.

At one point, this nonsense has got to stop. As for when? Whenever you want it to be. I’m going to leave the matter in your hands.