ximenes

i see a lot of things. leave it to me to deny them all and wish them all away. it seems right to do the things i do, but in the end i see mistake after mistake after mistake. we all regret something, we all have all memories, our flaws. those little things that eat us away because we can't forget them, even if we try. i reminice too much about "the good ol' days" and find me looking at "the dark corner of the day". i used to be so depressed, so vulnerable. i put myself out there a lot in hopes someone will come out and grab me from the ledge, but every time i just fall. we all regret it, we all do. yet there are so many blessings i hold. i