Ah yes. A familiar sting.

I keep saying to myself that one day, one time, one person, one life, I will not feel this sting anymore.

But I end up with the blood.

With the sharpness.

With the shame.

With the sadness.

It's always the same. Knowing that I'm the worst.

Knowing that I'm not. That it is just a voice that makes me feel this way. A voice I've heard since I was a child.

I'm sure it will get better. After all, I've been through this before. But at this time I feel a bit more clobbered than I have before as I didn't expect it, no, not nearly as much as I had before.

Oh well.


Tomorrow is another day.