Rough Day
Been a rough day back in my place of birth, hopes and promises were put to rest, but I won’t fret, this can’t last till the day I die.
Being at a certain age you tend to go back in time to re-live those special moments in time. I would like to create such memories at one point in time. Age 15 to 34 has quite the stories, I want to remember them, maybe in book format or web style, who knows. I don’t want anyone to read these stories as they are thoughts that stick in my mind, like a deep scar.
I can’t write, nor is my vocabulary coherent. I just want to come clean and re-live some great moments in time, along side the pure sadness that is felt in being part of the human condition.
It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do.
Chapter “1” Turning Diabetic
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