dear stranger mistakes have happened diary,
every once in awhile you just know when you've fucked up and there will be hell to pay somebody. you just never do know when they will be around to collect. it could be today- it could be tomorrow, you just better keep your peace offering handy. some of us walk around oblivious to when we actually fucked up, but not me. i know. i can tell you the time and the date. my mind never lets go of these things. it doesn't. it keeps score just in case someone needs to know what the score is later. there is no doubt my score is about to be settled once and for all. all of the money in the world apparently didn't cancel my debts. this is a cruel twist of fabric in the big quilt of fate, yes, but a large token of nothing that makes me regret.
