I could say “I wish I could take it all back” but I won’t. The world has a way of course-correcting itself which means in some way or another this whole mess I’ve created would have manifested itself in some other form. I believe in fate, I really do. Everything does happen for a reason, whether it be good or bad. Positive or negative. True or false. All of the above. I don’t believe in I’m Sorry’s, and I’m not Sorry’s. I refuse to apologize for something I did not do or say. I don’t believe in anything anymore, this whole disaster has made me a cynic for these past few days, but I won’t allow it to consume me. I must fight it and move forward. To let it consume me would be admitting defeat, which I cannot bare. I don’t know what to believe in anymore, but I do believe in me.