• I hate March. No one can hear it.

    "It's her fault! She did it! She's a b***h! Hate her! This is all her fault, she's a b***h, she lies all the time, she spreads rumours, she talks s**t all the time! Nothing I did was wrong, don't trust her!!"

    "I'm innocent! I did nothing wrong, she's a b***h, she's lying, I did nothing, nothing wrong! I don't understand why she's mad! She's just a ******** b***h that hates everyone!! Don't trust her!!"

    . . .

    That's what you do. That's what people will do. "I didn't do it" "It's not my fault" "She's to blame". It's never your fault. It's THEIR fault.
    People do that. Not all people. The weaker people. The people that can't admit there wrong doing.

    I won't lie. I have done that. "It's her fault!!" I've said it. I cried it. I exclaimed it!! . . . But it was wrong.
    Tears.
    They show the truth. If something hurts you enough, you'll cry. Tears are the only truth. But people use them for lies. "I didn't do it!!" I cried. That wasn't true. It was my fault. So I gave that up. I will not say "I did not do it". I will not cry "It's her fault!". I will not exclaim "Blame her! I'm innocent!" Or I will cry tears of the truth.

    I take my blame now. I can admit it. I was a b***h. I was wrong. I did do it. I take my part of the blame. I do take it. . . . But, it was also a mistake. A human error. Emotions running wild, blocking the part of the brain that says "Good." "Bad." "Yes." "No." It wasn't there. But I cried. I found it. And, as best as I can humanly manage, I will listen to it.

    Can you? Can you hear it? Do you listen to it? A problem is never one persons fault. A problem is two people, two errors, one mess. Can you take your blame? Only when you take your blame, can you ever forgive, can you ever live, can you ever be "the good guy."
    But you don't. You ignore it. You block it. You won't clear away the emotion. You patronize me for that mistake, when you do it now yourself. . . . "Say what you mean, mean what you say." Never speak those words, unless you have followed them with your own footsteps.

    No one can speak that. I hate March.