Seeing pain wasn’t enough, neither was living it. It’s seeing others in pain because of you that wakes you up, just as people have hurt you so much; you’ve hurt others because of it. It’s when you push through that pain and realize that life is still out there; that’s when you realize it’s possible to live. Although the pain never reallyyyy stops, that it’s ok as long as you do good, you feel good. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I apologize every day. I will never forgive myself for my past. And I will always be in pain because of it. But the pain ends at me. My grandfather taught me true strength comes from within. Taking the bad, and never passing it on. That was his wish I shall fulfill. I can not change yesterday; but I can, create tomorrow.
August 7th, 2012