I’ve come to the realization that I might have to apologize looking back upom some of my remarks, comments, behavior towards people and the ones I love the most.
I was so deep in a process of pain, being and creating that the extremity, beauty and laughter I’ve felt relating to my friends, or the people I saw as friends, and the remarks that came out of those states, may have been interpreted as over the top, mocking, sarcastic and hostile. It was often a bit too much, the death of my mom, the circumstances, it all. Sorry where needed or where I am, was and will be (unconsciously) (overly) abusive.