• Writing

    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,…