January 27th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
i suppose listening to another and remembering the past saddens me. that time was terrible. when i was trapped in this circle of shit, and no one else could get me out except for the person who held the key. but of course, the key was not given to me. i was angry. that was natural aint it? i mean, trust is one thing and betrayal the next. but i knew no one could take me out of the funk. and so i moulded my own key. it took a while, i was so angry but it was masked by passion and perhaps mere intrigue. but as she rightly put it, “i had issues.” i certainly did.
took me a subsequent 5 months to unlock the trapping doors to reveal my freedom. and guess what?
ive never looked back.
