What I'm Lacking.A Story by Austin
When I was made up something was messed up.
I was made without one particular, important thing. This is my error, my deformity. I was born without the ability to forgive myself. When I do something wrong, I hate myself for it. And I hold grudges for a very, very long time. Against myself. It feels bad to be in this situation. Is self-forgiveness something learned from friends? Or something acquired? Or something you're born with? If the latter is true, I'm in a bad state. I wasn't born with it, and I haven't learned anything of it yet. And I can't keep friends long enough to be taught by them. © 2010 Austin |
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Added on September 30, 2010 Last Updated on September 30, 2010 Author
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