Sometimes you really don't know.
Sometimes you really don't what got into you.
Sometimes you don't know what demon possessed you.
That you manage to do things you never would think you, yourself would do.
Things that you can never relate to yourself doing.
Yet you do it anyway.
One could never walk away. Filled with regret and remorse.
Apologize, but never justify.
Swallow.
Get on with life.
Sorry.
