I never pick absolutes in a fight. My rather short existence(21 isn't short, I was talking about the years spent as a mature individual..no counting) has actually been long enough to enlighten me to the fact that there never is, was and will be a totally correct or winning argument.

Yet, I forgot this essential lesson for a whole week.

What's left in its wake is me, standing in front of the mirror, shifting my weight rather uncomfortably from one foot to the other as I attempt to avoid my own critical gaze. More than anything else it really bites when you let yourself down, forget the people you promised you never would.

Yet, there is forgiveness.

And all fears are hidden under a false exterior in the resolve to never let this happen again.

I can be such an ungrateful wretch at times. I'm sorry.