she's writing, she's weaving, concieving a plot.
I hate school. I DO NOT want to finish this essay.
I feel like the worst person. I know I've screwed up when I regret something. When I regret my actions, not the way they made someone feel. I screwed up. The big one? A phone call I wished I'd made one afternoon. Even if it had been rejected, it would have made a difference. And words aren't enough. Actions aren't even enough. I hope there's something I can do. I don't want to be like another person I know.
I'm sorry.
I don't think anyone knows how sorry I am.
And I want the world to stop, so that I can have a chance to catch up with it.
So she will have a chance to rest.
xoxo
I feel like the worst person. I know I've screwed up when I regret something. When I regret my actions, not the way they made someone feel. I screwed up. The big one? A phone call I wished I'd made one afternoon. Even if it had been rejected, it would have made a difference. And words aren't enough. Actions aren't even enough. I hope there's something I can do. I don't want to be like another person I know.
I'm sorry.
I don't think anyone knows how sorry I am.
And I want the world to stop, so that I can have a chance to catch up with it.
So she will have a chance to rest.
xoxo