If life is a bumpy road who’s going to hurt your feet, mine can be called spinning road. Minor injuries and a slow pulse on the operation table is the best you can get. People can say what they want about my days but in the end it is me living it. They might say I’m just going with the flow or that I’m just too busy to notice these accidents. The fact is that I’m quite unaware of them when the moments occur. I didn’t realize that it was an abuse when it happens.
That was really a big mistake because once you didn’t realize it you’ll never see it coming. It was just a couple of weeks after my last one. I don’t mean it becomes a habit or that I’ve becomes numb to write in a calm way. It was just because I finally realize how sad I am now since those events basically change me. I am more and more resistant to opposite sex and threaten myself badly. I won’t take any risk thus I never take any action to fight for the “one”.
I don’t see any advantages of getting “together” as a usual common profit for anybody willingly to put their joy on someone else’s burden.
I can’t say I can ask for more after what God has been giving to me.
