II don't really know how to start this, and I’ll probably forget important details, but I need to get this out of my head. There is a girl I like. think I lost someone who meant the world to me, and made a lot of other mistakes
I’ve heard stories about acquaintances who went in for surgery, only for doctors to discover advanced-stage cancer once they opened the patient up—to the point where they didn't even remove the gallbladder. This has been weighing heavily on my conscience.
Every Friday, I knew nobody would want to take any of my time during the weekend, which meant I could spend it catching up on work or anything else I wanted to do for fun. By my estimate I had an extra 12 hours in my week that most people spend in social activities.