I've always been a proponent of justice in this world. I've always stood on the side of what was right even if it was the unfavorable side. I prided myself in that. I judged others, and I judged myself. But I gave myself a pass, making up excuses for my personal problems and dismissing them knowing what I was doing was wrong, thinking because I knew that it wouldn't affect me. I was wrong. I'm paying for my transgressions not in a direct fashion, but from another direction unrelated. Most would not connect the dots, but I knew the pain in my heart (because I'm blessed and cursed with that type of insight) I'd received was punishment for my ego and for my self-righteousness. It burns, and I deserve all of it. I plead for mercy, for a chance to redeem myself. I have no one to blame but Jordan H. All of this is nothing but a case of poetic justice.