Maybe this is what I deserve. God knows I've earned it. Until my arrest, I was a selfish, lazy, disrespectful worm. Now I'm trying to repair all that I've destroyed, but apparently some bridges will just remain burned.
I know how lucky I am to be alive and healthy and to still have people in my life that love me. It's just that sometimes I look at the people and things I used to know and have, and I see how much I've lost, too. Those are the days when my life hurts the most.
I talk like I don't miss certain people, people whose names I won't disgrace by connecting their pasts with mine. The truth is that I almost always feel guilty whenever they cross my mind.