A month to a year from now, this moment… is any of this going to matter? Probably not.
Time moves on and things change; however, never will I use that to justify my heartlessness when it arises just to mock and darken another heart, in order to satisfy my own bitterness.
Before then, may I accept responsibility for the fucked up person I’ve become
Instead of condoning it with ” oh, it’s ok. They’ll get over it, because they’re young”
Or blaming it on “well, shit just happens”, with hopes to legitimize the emptiness in all the promises prematurely released from my tongue
In a naive attempt to present my actions acceptable enough to be fostered by my morals.
Nor will I hypocritically speak on relating matters while only being familiar in provoking one’s dejection, rather than expressing full understanding from being on the other side of the experience.
For what kind of person allows that?