My mind often confuses me, despite all the time I spend there. I mean, it feels like I've forgiven those that
fucked me overdidn't behave as I would have, one way or another. But then I find myself thinking things like:
I forgive you for being a liar who shit all over our friendship, betraying years of trust and love.
I forgive you for being a pompous arrogant bastard who can't see past your ego
I forgive you for not having the sense to value what you had in me until all that was left was apathy
I forgive you for being a sharp tongued crazy prat.
I forgive you for being spineless and vapid
and I think that maybe I haven't quite got the forgiving thing under control yet.