There’s nothing like thinking of and being reminded of the worst day of your life as long as you live. Every day. I don’t much wanna go into it, but when I was 19 I had the worst day of my life. A day that still affects me physically, the pain is always there. Its inescapable. It doesn’t matter if I want to think about it today or not, it’s with me, inside me, etched in my body. Inescapable. The real boot in the ass is I’ve lived almost double what I was then, which means all this was “free time” or “bonus time”. Like a bonus round in a video game. I guess I must’ve collected 101 rings by then? I fooled em old man! I beat the odds, at my own peril.
I’m a walking ghost.
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im not exactly sure what youre talking about but judging by how it started i think i have an idea how you feel.
i get to “celebrate” one of my worst mistakes. my advice to everyone: dont make mistakes on your bday.