I was wrong.

I seem to make more mistakes as I grow up. That doesn't seem right, but I rationalize: What if I'm making more mistakes because I'm taking greater risks? If so, in essence, I am learning more.

I was wrong about a girl I thought hardly existed. I had one of those epiphanies when you realize you don't know everything. Quick to judge, quick to be wrong. It was a moment when I sudden;y felt bad for all the things I had said before, and the frustration I had felt didn't matter.

I was wrong, but who to apologize to? I cannot apologize to her; she doesn't know I talked about her badly (I'm not that mean). I can't apologize people who listened to my gossip- they just listened to my ranting. I'm sorry to...myself?

If my conscience were a scale, it'd be one of those super-advanced, high-tech pieces of equipment that can measure weight down to the tenth of a gram. Even slight misdeeds leave it hanging out of balance. Even tiny wrongs weigh in noticeably on the scale.

I wish I knew more. I wish I wasn't ignorant. I wish everyone wasn't ignorant.