What shall I say?
Returning home when you live far away provides varying opportunities for activity. Visiting family members, reminiscing and being with friends, and relaxing. I’ve had a bit of all three mixed together. Chillin’ with friends is fun, but it also provides dilemmas. It’s sad to feel pangs of conscience over something you’ve done, but not even regret it. That’s just the feeling that’s been coalescing into a sickening goo in my mind during much of the latter part of this summer: mistakes, regret, but no real repentance.
“I hate the way I feel tonight,” wails 12 Stones. “And I know I need you in my life.”