I slept like shit last night, partly because it was 46C and my house is 36C, partly because my rock support is across the country, and partly because I’m still in shock that Mark is gone. I thought I’d share a conversation me and Mark had last year, where we both admitted we admired one another, and both thought the other person “had it all together” when in fact, neither of us had it all together.
I’ve had many of these conversations over the years as I tried to apologize for my past immaturity. I fully admit that I was not a good person and it took some serious growing up on my part to become who I am now – and I am proud of myself for finally getting there, but I also have a lot of regret. Some friendships were beyond repair, and I had to learn to let go. Those are the ones that hurt the most, that I still think about from time to time.
Any way. I’m so thankful to have gotten to have these conversations with Mark but I’m also just filled with a whole lot of fucking sadness.
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