This is one of my journals. I've decided that I will be saving all my journals as submissions, because I hate to see any word written with truth be discarded and lost forever.
Apology.
Mood: Sigh...
Im sorry.
But whats a man to do without a flesh and soul pillar, if not lean against one of vice. It helps him stand. It earns him pain and regret; it brings him more of the same; it reminds him of the fall. Still, its helps him stand.
Im sorry...
To those i've dissapointed. Specially the one person who was friend enough to scold me worse than any parent could have.