Come clean...silence hurts more than the truth
You know, I'm human. I screw up.
But there are times when I (like everyone) do something wrong, or hurt somebody, and don't realize it. When I do make an honest mistake, and know that I did so, I do everything in my power to make amends.
But sometimes I don't realize what I've done. I can't fix what I don't understand.
I'm not sure why I'm being ignored. I hate this...lying awake at night, wondering what the hell I did wrong. Coming home, frantic about checking mail and telephone messages, hoping that maybe I'm imagining this feeling of abandonment.
But time goes on, and time, passed in abhorred silence, strengthens my convictions.
But there are times when I (like everyone) do something wrong, or hurt somebody, and don't realize it. When I do make an honest mistake, and know that I did so, I do everything in my power to make amends.
But sometimes I don't realize what I've done. I can't fix what I don't understand.
I'm not sure why I'm being ignored. I hate this...lying awake at night, wondering what the hell I did wrong. Coming home, frantic about checking mail and telephone messages, hoping that maybe I'm imagining this feeling of abandonment.
But time goes on, and time, passed in abhorred silence, strengthens my convictions.