I was told that writing can be therapeutic. If you have something deep down it will be easier to let it out by writing. It will de-stress you, it will heal you, it will do…..fuck all!
Because I made a mistake by not staying anonymous. Because of that I have to mind what I write about, I can’t be totally honest when it will need my utmost honesty to let it out of my chest.
Lately I’ve been thinking about it a lot and the memory of it will stay with me forever. That is part of my punishment; I will never find happiness until the day I die. Until the day I’ll be thrown in hell.
It’s better to just disappear, at least I won’t drag anyone into this mess.
Well at least I’m still sane, I don’t see it in my dreams calling my name asking why……
Maybe I will soon.
Life, post the thing that shan't be named
14 years ago
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