Truth

Excepting myself is like shooting a deer. A hit or miss. Taking shots that drive into your skin until you are bleeding out in the middle of the woods. Waiting for someone to notice your existence or even tell you that it will be ok. But it will not. See the only thing I remember as a child is a small individual that is scared of everything and anything. To the best of my knowledge, I'm still that but with the sadness and hopelessness that I didn't even ask for. See I don't take things for granted but others do. And In that moment of excepting myself (which we all know I am really good at) I regret nothing. Feel lonely and sad is the best thing I know how to do so why except myself when I can't feel happy.