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This is another piece that arose from a stream of consciousness about regrets, mistakes and failures, and a sense of being adrift in a reality that somewhere along the way seems to have moved on and left you behind. Some of it comes from my own personal experiences, and some of it is far wider and more general in scope.
Bad choices, failed relationships, missed opportunities... It's got everything except the kitchen sink, and maybe even that.
And yes, the piece is another one, which was created by joining two others, and is more than a little rough as a result. However, like some of the others of its type that I have written in the past, I feel that this one might work a little better as rubbish in the ditch, rather than as the polished diamond of perfection. As usual, you, the reader can be the ultimate judge of that.
Bad choices, failed relationships, missed opportunities... It's got everything except the kitchen sink, and maybe even that.
And yes, the piece is another one, which was created by joining two others, and is more than a little rough as a result. However, like some of the others of its type that I have written in the past, I feel that this one might work a little better as rubbish in the ditch, rather than as the polished diamond of perfection. As usual, you, the reader can be the ultimate judge of that.
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Boy do I feel this. Mostly the latter personal relationship part. I cheated on my ex (kind of-it's complicated but then when isn't it?) and carried the guilt of it for years. I thought torturing myself and hating who I was was deserved. That is until I realized they were never going to appreciate it and that I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself. Not that I don't know and then. It still sucks losing the friend I thought I had but I eventually realized who I thought they were was never really who they were, anyways.
So yeah. This is good. Maybe a little painful but in a cleansing way, y'know?
So yeah. This is good. Maybe a little painful but in a cleansing way, y'know?
Sometimes I think that the more awkward/difficult something is to write about, the more it needs to be dealt with, head-on, I dunno.
Maybe this sort of honesty can leave one much too exposed, and also get me accused of being a constant Negative Nellie, but it is what it is.
As always, thanks for your kind, thoughtful comments. :)
Maybe this sort of honesty can leave one much too exposed, and also get me accused of being a constant Negative Nellie, but it is what it is.
As always, thanks for your kind, thoughtful comments. :)
The world needs cynicism with at-times reluctant but compassionate heart as much as it needs overwhelming and at times unrealistic and naive positivity. There has to be a balance. What matters is that somehow, some way you're able to cherish yourself. You are worth it. You wouldn't bother with me if you weren't a good or forgiving person.
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