A common occurrence I must admit. As if brand new from yesteryear (or the year before). The difference between then and now is I hold no negative attachment to the matter in question. There’s no need to fight against it, and no good will come from the aforementioned. I just don’t need to constantly push and push and push against until I find myself drained.
So I guess that’s it, whatever I feel I feel, and whatever I don’t I don’t. There’s no need to resist, and if I’m in the wrong then I’m in the wrong. I’ve fucked up and misunderstood before so it’s a given I’ll be found guilty of the same again, and again.
I’ve read this kind of story before, yet I’ve also written it. You can’t expect reviews unless you publish your “work”.