“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Dickens sure has a way with words unlike any other writer, ever. He can explain what you feel but don’t know how to coalesce the words. I can feel his statement resonate through my head, although at the moment more with the latter of the two parts of his sentence.
A woman has truly wrought all hell on my life but I have no intention on ever making her feel bad about it. It probably doesn’t matter anyways since I won’t ever speak to her again but I just wanted to get that out. That I truly don’t want her to have any guilt. Maybe one day she’ll read this. Probably not.