Yesterday I ended my path to recovery. I'm not sure if it was intentional, but I honestly wouldn't be surprised. Maybe I don't want to save myself. Maybe I just hate that need I have inside myself to be perfect all the time.
I embrace the mistakes. Why?
If I let myself hate them, I would be even more worse off.
So I guess now begins a new trek; a new path, to a dark place I don't believe I've ever been. I'm not ready, and I don't think this is what I even want.
But some things are inevitable.
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