The consequences of the unjust in my life...and a poetry
I don't know how to start after such a long time.
Things didn't work out as planned.
The unjust in my life.
I couldn't handle it anymore.
I got some proffesional help for a while.
But picking up my old life isn't that easy.
There all still the people I've hurt in august.
Some of them are my friends again (thank god).
But there are still a few who are silence to me.
I've also lost the spiritual connection, because of the medication I have to take right now and it sucks.
I'm planning to quit when the time is right again.
But for now...I have no choise.
I wish I could rewind these past few months and take back the things I've said.
On the upsite...I'm writing poetry again.
Maybe you have to sink low...to get your inspiration back.
Picking up my old life, while I'm feeling lonely, isn't easy.
But most of all...I miss the spiritual connection.
Will that come back, when I quit the medication?
On the bright side...now I can watch the confession tour without having your sex appeal affecting mine.
And I have the time to read your public story.
I hope everything is alright with you, and that your not overwelhemd by to much work.