Once again, I said some stupid shit. My life is a cycle of keeping things to myself and getting comfortable, then letting my guard down and expressing myself, then making everyone mad.
The older I get, the more I understand the archetype of an old man and his dog, living alone in the woods.
Hey that’s all you can do: try. Sometimes you’ll get it wrong. It the more you try, the better you’ll get at it. I know that’s a little cliche, but I do believe. Maybe next time start smaller?