I have a lot to apologize for, I feel. Or people to apologize for.

How much of the hatred that is rampant is mine to be responsible for?

I am embarrassed at the ease in which we celebrate the death of a stranger, laws that limit freedoms of people we know nothing about, the way we tout 'love' when it is only a thing we seem to be masquerading-- with strings and costs and dollar bills attached on the other side of the thin mask.

More than this, withdrawing and setting boundaries and painting layers and layers of lines on top of lines-- I feel coerced into apologizing for this.