Epiphany
Reflecting upon my self, I do not like the person staring back at me. Age lines defining the scars of my past. I keep telling myself, " Next time, I'll do it right," but I must the truth. This is my life, defined by the mistakes of my past: ashamed, I must accept and move on. But how can i move on, when I dwell upon the pain that has been caused? All these questions only lead to more self inflicting pain, only reminding me of my scars. Scars that continue to haunt me. To live a life surrounded... Sign in to see full entry.