I’m going to pull myself together and fix away the emptiness. I’ll recreate reality.
If I do not do so, circumstance will coerce me into being a bitter recluse.
To all those I have done wrong to, I apologise and will sincerely make amends. To all those who have done wrong to me, I’ll do my best to forgive.
However, don’t take advantage of my silence as consent. And don’t ask me questions I don’t want to answer.