i’m trying to reassure myself

that i didn’t do something bad

even though i really don’t have any evidence.

i guess i feel bad that i know how i felt in the moment, but no one interpreted it that way so should it really matter?

i love my family so much, i feel like they always think i hate them. even though i don’t think ive done anything to make them feel that way.

i guess i just wanted to hang out with my friends tonight, and even though i love getting to talk to them and being on the phone, i was sad i was missing out on everything.

i don’t hate anybody, i don’t hate my family. i love my family. i hope they know that.

i forgive myself.