early this year, an intervention was held for me. it didn't quite go to plan (its actually kinda funny), but at the time i accepted it and adjusted my attitudes. but i didn't understand.
i fell off the wagon.
a little bit grazed and bruised, but i am still good.
the past week is a blur to me, but as it slowly comes back to me i reflect on the conversations i had with my friends and look back at the way i was behaving and i realise exactly what i was doing.
i never realised i was so self-destructive.
now i think i understand.
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