Past Draws Blood
I don't even remember where I first heard that phrase but as of late it's been all too true.
Between personal life, professional life, and academic life the past has been rearing it's ugly little head and making things beyond aggravating.
Just when I think I'm at peace with my past mistakes something brings them to the forefront of my life and I feel like I'm living them all over again.
The disappointment in myself is mounting all too huge and I feel like it's crushing me. All the things I wanted to have, the things I want know are stifled by my own inaction or actions from the past.
There's no comfort in time passing. Time does not heal all wounds for me. Bullet holes might be scarred over but some things just burst them right open to gushing again.
Saddest part is there's really not much I can do about some things, I just have to push through and hope that the connections remain connected.
Until next vague it up time, I'm out.
Between personal life, professional life, and academic life the past has been rearing it's ugly little head and making things beyond aggravating.
Just when I think I'm at peace with my past mistakes something brings them to the forefront of my life and I feel like I'm living them all over again.
The disappointment in myself is mounting all too huge and I feel like it's crushing me. All the things I wanted to have, the things I want know are stifled by my own inaction or actions from the past.
There's no comfort in time passing. Time does not heal all wounds for me. Bullet holes might be scarred over but some things just burst them right open to gushing again.
Saddest part is there's really not much I can do about some things, I just have to push through and hope that the connections remain connected.
Until next vague it up time, I'm out.