Friday, March 29, 2013


The difference between a good week and a bad week is all down to perspective.  How everything that happened was viewed.

I hate that I react badly sometimes.  To people, to situations.  While I am in the midst of it, I know what I should be doing.  I am talking to myself, in my head, about what I should be doing.  But my body must not be paying attention.  And when it is all over, I play it in my head and berate myself for every misstep I took.

I hate that I am waiting on you to tell me something.  That I am suddenly aware of how long it has been.  Because I have no right to feel this way.

I need to stop feeling guilty. 

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