I confess... I feel like I'm semi-spiralling and have to remind myself that succumbing once doesn't mean failure.
I confess... work hates me.
I confess... I'm going to miss the girl, but am glad I can give her the gifts of doing things she wants.
I confess... I need to make a to-do list.
I confess... that while I frequently find myself at a loss, I know that my actions are for the best.
I confess... my thoughts will remain mine.
I confess... a friend reached out to me, without even knowing there was a need.
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