Much obliged

Growing up I couldn’t bring my problems, or anything really bothering me to my mother’s attention. I knew that it would stir up a conversation on how I’m the one who is wrong. Taking in count that I wasn’t the best kid growing up, I knew what was right and what was wrong and would go for the wrong 9/10 times in any given situation. Wonder how it’d be if there was a mentor or a person who’d honestly love, care and listen to me growing up. Now I’m an adult with countless trust issues, insecurities and self doubt. Obviously I wouldn’t want to throw the dirt at my mom (Once again we go back to how I’m wrong and it’s all my fault) I live everyday reminiscing on how it would of been. Honestly I know I’m not going to have a good outcome in life but I stride for better everyday. Hopefully something gives. There’s nothing in this world I want right now other than to be happy again. I’ve lost more than I’ve won and in the 24 hours of my day 20 of them are me contemplating on how I’m going to get better but never do.. it’s weird but hopefully one day things’ll change. Whoever’s out there, owner of the universe, God or something that made nothing… Have some empathy for me. I’d like to make those who’ve made me happy, happier. I’ll start a new chapter of my life soon and this part will be called happiness.

New beginning.

Forgive but don’t forget.

And never forge happiness.