I own every bell that tolls me in --

I think there is some small hope that perhaps I won’t break others in ways that I’ve done, even if it’s one lost life.
I know that I always do, in the process of trying to liberate myself from these savior complexes that we sometimes cultivate. I can never seem to, but these days I have to find some way to.
Finding things has never been my strong suit.
But I always know what I have to do, I just don’t always do it.

Maybe life is mostly just saying sorry to people and they just move on.

I don’t really know.