He's thought it plenty times before, how most of adulthood is pretending to know what you're doing. They say wisdom is knowing that you know nothing, after all. He'd never really applied it to...everything. All of life. People just muddling through, making mistakes, trying.
He's not sure if that makes it better or worse.
He's quiet for awhile, listening, processing. You can't convince people that you're going to change, that you're going to make it up to them. You can't expect them to wait around. They're not obligated to ever forgive you. He knew that much, at least. Knew it was a choice someone else has to make.
Sometimes someone's just had the rug pulled on them too many times, been lied to too many times. Sometimes you've lost your very last chance.
"how do i...know? how do i...tell the difference between--someone needing space, and someone being--done with me? i know that no one should have to wait for me. i'm slow at everything i do."
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He's thought it plenty times before, how most of adulthood is pretending to know what you're doing. They say wisdom is knowing that you know nothing, after all. He'd never really applied it to...everything. All of life. People just muddling through, making mistakes, trying.
He's not sure if that makes it better or worse.
He's quiet for awhile, listening, processing. You can't convince people that you're going to change, that you're going to make it up to them. You can't expect them to wait around. They're not obligated to ever forgive you. He knew that much, at least. Knew it was a choice someone else has to make.
Sometimes someone's just had the rug pulled on them too many times, been lied to too many times. Sometimes you've lost your very last chance.
"how do i...know? how do i...tell the difference between--someone needing space, and someone being--done with me? i know that no one should have to wait for me. i'm slow at everything i do."
That, at least, is true.
"are--we done?"