I awake to my alarm clock going off. 0430. Groggily, I climb out of bed and turn it off, getting ready for muster at 0500. I wasn't expecting the day to turn out as it did
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In retrospect, the girl had some regrets. She was often much more quarrelsome and emotional than she originally sought out to be. More often than not, she would spit fire and brimstone into the faces of others and regret it all so very much afterward. In the event that she was able to close herself into her own prison-bars included-she would cry
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I feel awful doing things the way I did. I wish I could take it back. But I tried. And I tried again. And again. And everything I do is in vain and I wish I could just believe myself when I say that I miss you. But I don't know if what I'm looking for is forgiveness. Maybe just acceptance
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