Month: April 2017

Tragic Heroism

The following paragraph was written by me 6 years ago, and it’s still relevant to my life. Some things never change.

It feels like my tomorrows are my yesterdays. I keep re-living my mistakes. Every single mistake is framed in my memory hanging from the walls of a long winding hallway that doesn’t seem to end. I keep walking down that hallway until blisters have formed on the balls of my feet, and my legs are like jello waiting to give way. Tired cant begin to describe my mind and how it is meandering through thoughts, which I wouldn’t dare to speak of. I’m sure you can imagine, right?

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