My man is out grocery shopping so I have some me-time.
I'm grooming myself and listen to The Smiths, which made
me think of myself back in the days. Not good...
I don't know if I should feel sorry for the girl I used to be
or feel sick over the ways she acted and hope she never
end up like that ever again.
The girl that I used to be had no control over herself and
couldn't help being hurtful and destructive towards others
The girl was afraid and didn't want to be alive, I wear the
ugly scars as a constant reminder of that...
The hell I went through has proven to be rewarding.
The man of my dreams found me and never gave up on me,
he encouraged me not to look back but to look forwards,
He supports me in everything I do but tell me what I can
do better and he keep me on a realistic level.
I'm turning 30 this year and that will be the end of a very
destructive decade for me, even though I haven't hurt
myself in a very long time, and I'm really looking forward
to a better future, a better future as myself.