Monday, January 31st, 2011Mature

Circles.  That’s the shape that best describes my life.  My thoughts revolve in an endless cycle and, even if I wanted to, I’m not sure if I could escape.  My counselor keeps asking me why… why I won’t just accept help, accept love, accept healing.  I don’t know, I just don’t know!  My thoughts are one big jumble of confusion and I can’t make sense out of any of it!  I do know I’m not doing anyone, or myself, a favor by staying in this miserable state of mind.

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