Regrets are for the people who have hurt you. Your greatest revenge
against the infinite sadness is to like yourself at least for
five minutes a day. If you want to do something, start.
That's the only way anything has ever begun. You already
have started, so realize you are still going.
I have begun to remember. It hurts like hell fire. Growing up hurts.
But for me when I hear people cry about the loss of innocence, I think
it is such a nostalgic indulgence. I was never allowed my innocence.
A molten spike has severed my skull & memories from a buried past
are errupting with searing embers. I was touched out of context as a
child. The closeness that I have feared all my life is a result of not
knowing who I can trust.
I am told by others who have gone through this that the day will come
when you laugh again and the pain dulls enough to become a memory.
A Non Y Miss, please don't give up.