It’s beginning to become inevitable. I wish I could go back and change, but I’m afraid I’m not able. I wonder if my psyche will ever be stable. No matter how long it takes me; months, weeks or even a day. But my failure has come to haunt me and I’m afraid that it’s here to stay. Why must I believe that everything happens for a reason? If so, then what’s the reason for all the crying, begging and pleading? Why am I forced to wince whenever I hear your name? I know that you see it in my eyes, but why do you have to ignore it, just tell me, is it shame?
November 16, 2009