"The wounds that I inflicted upon myself were far worse than the wounds that were inflicted upon me by others. They were wounds of guilt and regret, knowing that I failed to live my own truth. These wounds festered in the darkness, hidden away from the light. They bled me dry, by and by. Yet I carried my wounds anyway. Some may never heal, for maybe I'm supposed to suffer in silence, a prisoner of my own making..."
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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