There was this thing that I really, really wanted. Would have been a big deal for me. I didn’t get it. It stings.

No, I’m not going to tell you what it was.

Worst of all, it’s my own damn fault. I could spin some BS about how I was fighting the good fight, but we both know that it’s not true.

Being right was more important than being kind. Kind is always the right answer, and I knew this, yet somehow it wasn’t the answer I chose.

Yeah, I know: woulda, coulda, shoulda.

Still.

I am not my favorite person right now.