The prodigal son is back again. I have no idea why I keep ghosting you. I hope I stay this time.
A lot has been happening, one minute I am optimistic about life and the next I doubt my life choices.
Although I know I have made more of good choices, I can't help beating myelf up at every mistake.
Making mistakes make me feel like the dog that goes back to it's votim- silly.
Here I am moping about just one error, unable to engage in any useful task.
It's funny how I can type here but cannot carry out my writing tasks. Anger is truly semi madness.
Pardon my rustiness, it's been awhile I let my feelings out.
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