My life, directly.
however I feel in this whole I don't think I'll ever really know.
All I know is that I've crawled out.
From the moment I read the words in that message, I switched. I changed.
I stepped back.
I stopped moving forward.
Should I regret?
Yes, I still do. Even if it changed the course of history, for myself, in a positive way, I still regret hurting those I love.
Sad stories aside, I've decided to write.
Something.
Maybe meaningful, maybe not.
There are not many people in this world who I truely care about or value. There are even less who I respect.
I attempted to tell someone how messed up our lives were last night. Desmond Jermaine.
Still, what a name.
All I know is that I've crawled out.
From the moment I read the words in that message, I switched. I changed.
I stepped back.
I stopped moving forward.
Should I regret?
Yes, I still do. Even if it changed the course of history, for myself, in a positive way, I still regret hurting those I love.
Sad stories aside, I've decided to write.
Something.
Maybe meaningful, maybe not.
There are not many people in this world who I truely care about or value. There are even less who I respect.
I attempted to tell someone how messed up our lives were last night. Desmond Jermaine.
Still, what a name.