"more people would learn from their mistakes if they weren't so busy denying them" - harold j. smith
I'm in the middle of a mistake.
A big, fat, ugly mistake. And I know that it's the thing that will eat me alive from the inside out, but nothing is calling me away from it.
I'm hating myself for this feeling, but I can't help it. And I'm not fighting it at all.
I've searched everywhere for the answer as to why I keep making this same mistake. But maybe the one place I haven't looked is within myself. There's something wrong with me. I think this is the "it's not you, it's me" moment in which it actually makes sense.
I could tell someone my secret to get it off my chest. But this once. Just this once. I'm not going to tell a single soul. This battle is between me and this secret. And I refuse to be the one that loses. However, at this very moment, I'm feeling a little weak inside.
I regret nothing.
But I hate myself for this.
I really do.
now my life is one big make it or break it.