There are only two people in my life that I will never speak to again

Sometimes I wonder why I continue to try when people are arseholes. Then I remember that we are all arseholes at times. Sometimes life conspires to make you act like a dick, and to be a pain in the arse, a wanker, generally unpleasant and hurtful. It doesn't mean that's who you are. Who am I to judge those who are normally awesome for being the opposite, when I am often at least as bad, if not worse? Sometimes you have to step back and remember who people are, and not judge them on circumstance or behaviour. People are fallible, and they mess up, and they are also great in equal measure.