erratum.

It’s easy to make mistakes in life – it only takes a split second for something to go horribly wrong. You might say something; you might do something; you might misinterpret something; you might see or hear something. And usually, in that very instant, you realise: shit, I’ve made a mistake. But it’s already too late – it’s out there, and you can’t take it back. Time-reversal would come in very handy, you think.

I’ve commited more than my fair share of stupidity. I’m one ruled by emotions and though I have now learnt to suppress these feelings (for the most part), I have erred many a time due to a sudden rush. Even now, I am prone to slip up, and unfortunately, these slip ups always seem to have so much resting on them. Maybe I am being melodramatic, and the world isn’t going to end, but I do feel a sense of downward spiralling at times – I stand at the brink, at the top of it all, and then I’m falling with nothing to cling to. Will I get back to where I was before? I don’t actually know, which scares me. All I can do is apologise, and hope for the best.

I’m sorry.