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Three Small Words
How I feel; three small words I ask myself too much, and as for everyone else around me, perhaps not enough. I feel as if I’ve lived my entire life making other people happy, pointlessly documenting my anguish, pain, disappointment, and dissatisfaction of a wasted life in a books written pages. I thought my greatest achievement was publishing the details of my childhood, specifically naming those responsible for making it disastrous and filled with turmoil. But what did I get? Did I get revenge? I realize now that I should have run away from the pain a long time ago, learning from the consequences of my misplaced trust and mistakes,…