dear earn it or burn it diary,
these days it so painfully obvious what i've done wrong over the years. the mistakes stick out like splinters in my chin. i have some regrets. i trusted in my heart because my heart had never led my so far astray before, but there's a first time for everything. jibber jabber.. i know, but it's still so new- the getting used to it part. nobody told me it would be this hard to get myself- oh how do i put this- back where i was... oh maybe- if i wanted to go there. but i don't. i didn't get picked. again. by him. or them. i'll never ask again. i was already picked twice- which was fucking really nice- and someday i'll get those splinters from my chin.