If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you pick yourself up, dust off the blood from your wounds, and show them how you cannot be defeated.
Who knew that I’d leave my desire to live in a bottle of Jack?
Making mistakes and bad choices IS the human condition.
Moving on means you’ll still have gloomy days in your mind and deep down in your heart.
I remember you entering into my life during the year I struggled the most, due to ignoring my inner voice and blindly following a path that was straight for most but crooked for me.
I have been a mental health freak who has failed epically to do any significant thing to improve themselves.
Each time I type out my story, I refrain from publishing it out of fear, doubt, victim’s guilt.
You’d walk by me. I’d call out your name. I’d ask you for the apology you denied me. I would tell you how much I’ve missed you.
Now all I hear are the echoes of our laughter faded in my mind – how fragile our relationship really was.
You know the sinking feeling – you’re falling through the void, and this time there’s no one there to catch you.