Is this the journal of a fuckhead? It would appear so.
Anyway, the point is that I am trying to change, to move forward, to escape the realm of fuckheadedness, finally.
Once upon a time there was a relatively happy boy who made some bad decisions and then experienced some catastrophic setbacks with consequences which dominated his fortunes for a good (bad) two decades. This was all mostly his own fault, and you might say that he gave up control of his life, but no-one has the right to judge him. And he has the right to change. One day at a time.
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