Tomorrow.
Tomorrow seems so promising.
If only I could take back today.
Take back words, feelings, stupid decisions.
Those decisions will define me.
Those decisions will haunt me.
Those decisions will rot in the pit of my stomach until there is nothing left.
Nothing to remind me of my failure.
Failure.
I'm sick of failing.
I'm tired of not being good enough.
Who gets to decide that anyway?
Everyone apparently.
I feel judged.
But everyone is judged.
Labeled.
Scarred.
Sorry, I'm scatterbrained.
I know my flaws.
Everyone keeps reminding me of them.
But for the love of God,
Just save it.
