The Storm.

There are so many different types of people. There are good people who do bad things and there are bad people that do good things. The problem is figuring out which one they are from the start. I like to think of myself as a reformed shitty person. I used to be downright awful. I did terrible things with no care for consequences. I wish I could say it was because I was young and I didn’t know any better, but just because I was young doesn’t mean that I didn’t know better. I played that card for so long. “I was only 16” “I didn’t know it would hurt people” But in reality, I knew exactly what I was doing, at the exact moment I was doing it. I would like to think that the reason life has been kicking my ass as an adult is because karma has started to make its full circle. All the bad that I’ve done to other people, and to myself, is finally raining down on me. I can’t complain about it. I can’t wonder why this is happening or what I can do to stop it. I just have to stand in the rain with my head held high and pray that there really is a rainbow after a storm.

-B

5 thoughts on “The Storm.

  1. I do believe people have done things that they regret. You are not alone. Maybe it is the reason, maybe it isn’t. What I do know is that you are a good person. I can see it in your blogs, I feel it in your words and I know that you are strong and an amazing woman.

    You’re beautiful, you are strong and somewhere in the world, someone has or has had strong feelings for you. Wanted to treat you right. So know they exist and know you will find peace, comfort, happiness and love

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