It's amazing how some mistakes will reach out of the depths and slap you across the face at random. Just when you think you're starting to get over it. Just when you think you've suffered enough, and the wounds can begin to scar.
I deserve it, I suppose.
I want to argue. I want to defend myself. I want to redeem myself. What's the point, though? It was done. It hurt people who were dear to me.
They may never recover. The friendships will certainly never heal.