I was going through my “notes” app and discovered this. I love to write, and when I get a thought, I jot it down. As a recovering addict, it is strange to read my clouded thoughts from the past.
~The Most Interesting Person Ive Never Met~
I want to blame my life. So many dark days haunt my mind, my soul. And as much as I wish they weren’t there, in a twisted way I am glad. Glad I have something to blame.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” they ask.
I respond in my mind “Do you know how ugly I am beyond what you see?”
“Whats it like to be so beautiful?” they ask
I look them strait in the eye and I truthfully respond, “Its a curse.” That usually shocks them. Not much of anything shocks me anymore.
I am the most interesting person Ive never met.
And in one fateful moment I realize: I can’t blame them. I blame ME.
For once, I blame ME.
I dont know what tomorrow will be like. I do know I’ll wake up weak, sometime throughout the day I will probably throw up, I’ll shake. Someday I will die like the rest of those like me, maybe sooner than usual. But I wonder: Will I EVER get a chance to meet me?
I Dont Know