In Heaven We Shall Meet..
It is very hard to keep somethings inside.
At some point I need a person to tell what is bothering me.
But what if I do not have that person?
What can I do when there is too much inside and it cannot be vented?
I think I should just wait until I explode.
I never meant hurting anyone, but I recently did.
I might not talk to the people I hurt, for that I apologize.
Since last week I have been wishing and praying for my death.
I sure hope it would be quick and painless, but I know deserve a slow and painful one.
I rarely fuck up, not that I am perfect or anything, I just try to avoid mistakes.
But when I do eventually fuck up, I do it big. For that I am sorry.
Recently I gambled with three lives one of which is mine. I lost the bet.
No one died during the process, I just know that the three of us will never be the same.
The value of what is considered priceless is unknown until it is lost.
And when I eventually lost, all I had left was hope and regret.
I hope I can redeem my self. I hope I would be forgiven. I hope I can fix what I broke.
I regret what I did. I wish it never happened. I should not have done it.
And for that I am very sorry.
2 comments:
You know I've been a fan ever since your Kuwaiti's in the 'hood blog entry. I'm glad you haven't totally disappeared.
You articulated your suffering exquisitely. Trust me on this one - making a mistake, regretting the mistake, and figuring out what you will do to atone for the mistake - these are the beginnings of maturity. I know this sounds crazy, but it may even be the beginning of the best part of your life.
Hang in there, KITNB.
I can express only gratitude to your lovely compliment/advice.
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