I don't know if I can make up for it. I want to, but...some things you just don't come back from. I'm trying, but that's a process I'm having to rewire in my head, too. I've spent so long looking out for me and only me because that was all that mattered... I think it's maybe why I cling to the friendships I do have. I have to. Because if I don't, god, how easy would it be to just say screw it and go back to me, myself, and I.
You say it's worth it...I know it's probably not possible to do it exactly, it's sort of an abstract concept, but...why? Why is going through the hell and heartache worth it? I have that advantage over most of you...I could just turn it off and it'd be gone. Sometimes, it's really hard not to.