I’ll be honest. I don’t fully understand what I’m apologizing for. I hate apologizing, especially when I don’t think I’m wrong. I’m not really a prideful person. This situation has knocked out what little pride I have. Please.

Jesus. Every time, every time I’m reminded of this, my stomach starts turning. My head throbs. My chest starts hurting. I’m so confused. How did I get here? I won’t do it again. I swear. Please.

Doing this was hard every single step of the way. I’d normally swallow it. I did. But it reached a point where swallowing hurt more than whatever expected backlash. I made a gamble. I was wrong. This is more than I expected. And nothing direct has been done but simply the fact that this caused chaos hurts more than anything else. Please.

I don’t know what to do. I asked for directions. Show me what to do. What do you want? How do you want me to grovel? Please. Please. I’m so sorry. I swear I won’t speak up again. I’ll take it silently. Please. Please. Please.