“Nothing that mattered”

Nothing I’d done up until that day meant anything.

I’d just been doing all the things I wanted to do without ever caring about the consequences.

I didn’t understand that those things would come back to bite me one day.

I thought I was doing something good.

But I wasn’t.

I wasn’t doing anything really, nothing that would benefit anyone other than me.


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