what a turn of events
i wrote a creative little story but instead of posting it i sent it to my email.
i guess im self-conscious.haha.
when i reflect on some the things ive done i feel a deep rush of embarrassment cut through my gut.
grade 13.
the year of the failure.
the way i acted...i shouldnt have been surprised to find out you thought i was on hard drugs.
im not an addict, im just mentally eight years old.
this is the new year, the year of self-improvement.
some things...just arent funny anymore.
rather, never were.
what a cold, harsh reality.
what a cold, harsh summers day.
what an emotional three sixty this has been.
i guess im self-conscious.haha.
when i reflect on some the things ive done i feel a deep rush of embarrassment cut through my gut.
grade 13.
the year of the failure.
the way i acted...i shouldnt have been surprised to find out you thought i was on hard drugs.
im not an addict, im just mentally eight years old.
this is the new year, the year of self-improvement.
some things...just arent funny anymore.
rather, never were.
what a cold, harsh reality.
what a cold, harsh summers day.
what an emotional three sixty this has been.