Something big is worrying me.
Something that is not mine to worry about.
Something that has now been more or less fixed.
But I'm still part of the cause.
And that concerns me. Both because I dont want to be that person, and because I was right. I've learnt the hard way instincts are always right and I still don't hate it any less each time.
I'm completely overanalyzing, but it's what I do.