scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*
29.11.14
Look, it was one lapse in judgement. One thing. And, seeing as how everyone makes mistakes, liz, maybe be a little less harsh: it could be a mistake. I could call it a mistake, own up to that, acknowledge the oceans of shame and humiliation on my own map, and quit going all here-be-monsters.But i've crossed the dark space already. I know which icky things are hiding in the depths; they're as familiar as sunshine, as thoroughly practiced as boiling water. In retrospect, what i need to do is figure out where i am, and quit forgetting i know how to swim. I know how to swim; i've been doing this for ages.
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