Remorse
I know I’ve been wrong.
I’ve said things to people that I’m embarrassed to talk about.
I’ve done things to people that I’m embarrassed to talk about.
What’s worst is I have been the victim before. I’ve been kicked when I was down.
And to be clear, I’ve never kicked anyone will they were down.
But when I was younger, I was disrespected, so I became disrespectful.
I’ve been called out on it, and that’s made me better.
The remorse, the guilt, killed me.
Because I know I was raised to be a good person, polite, and to hold myself to a high standard.
People who were friends, and just in general people who had did nothing wrong.
I’ve accused people of things of things they didn’t do because of my own insecurities.
I’ve tried to be opportunistic in moments when I shouldn’t have.
What this ultimately is, the guilt, even though I’ve lived right 98% of the time. I still feel it, because I was raised on extremely high standards.
And any human can relate, because nobody is perfect. But I’m not giving myself that excuse.
If you’re reading this, and I did something to you, let me know.
I can’t always make things right, but I will acknowledge it.
I’m sorry.
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RJ /// Rodney Gainous Jr /// @RG2Official /// (424) 334–8004
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