Coneman reminds me of all the mistakes I’ve made in the past. All the people I’ve hurt or pushed away. He lingers in the back of my mind constantly, like a stain I can’t get rid of. I want to move on, to let go. I want to be able to think back on those days and laugh it all off. But I can’t. I can’t bring myself to let go of him and my past actions. I’m trapped in a maze of my own design, caged in by my guilt and sorrows.
Another vent post.
