Don't you hate it when your past mistakes come back to haunt you, and tell you you're not good enough?
I have a past.
I hate my past.
Don't you hate it when your past makes you feel like nothing will ever get better?
My past where I talked about someone behind their back, and they hated me ever since.
Don't you hate it when your past makes you feel stupid?
My past where I did things I'd rather not say, for fear of getting this book put to Mature.
Don't you hate it when you can't undo your past?
My past where I was depressed for two years, and anxious for three. My past where I cut with a razor everywhere on my skin.
Don't you hate it when your past can never be put behind you?
Many haven't forgiven me for my past. To be honest, I wouldn't forgive me either.
Don't you hate it when your past becomes a part of you?
Now, my past haunts me. Now, my past makes me cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I could change it, so I could change my future. Now, my past is my label.
The depressed, suicidal girl who cut one year, and ruined a relationship the next. The girl who did things she shouldn't have. The girl...
...Who's life was ruined because of one simple mistake.
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RandomThis book is my story. So, it's not very pretty. It's kinda ugly actually. This is about my recovery process, and how I'm defeating my anxiety and depression. There's some poems, letters to myself, life stories, songs, depressing stories, inspiratio...