I ran across this ‘story’ a long time ago, read it, and quickly hid it so no one would see that I was actually reading this pathetic thing. I got a sinking feeling that I was meant to find it because it was about me. I had to get it out of the public now! I hid it in my notebook and held on to it for years. The few times that I ran back across it, I cringed because I knew that was me…still.
Here is a heap of some deep honesty of a moment in time that was labeled: me.