January 2nd, 2009
Truth.
A year is a long time to be doing nothing with your life. To be in a relationship with someone you don't love because it's convenient. To lie, steal, curse, swear, hate. To be secretly in love with a commited man and ruin his life with it. To be taking pills to end your life because it's easier. To have never slept with someone more than once.To disappoint your parents. Again and again. To give birth to and raise a child you never wanted and secretly resent. To get caught for shoplifting things you could easily afford. To find that the drugs are eating away at your bones and not even care. To be given a second chance at life and throw it away. To fall asleep every night crying because you feel like a failure. To let go of hope. To know that the last thing your mother told is true: "you are not what you could have been, and for this i will never forgive you."
