The day my mind began to clear of the perpetual fog that had stuck around for months was when true remorse began to sink into me. It was foreign, that feeling. I hadn’t experienced it in a long, long time, and I’d forgotten just how debilitating it could be. I welcomed it in and let it weigh me down, and when I cried for all the pain I’d caused, my cellmate told me to shut the fuck up with that pansy shit. I felt right at home.
