My ankle is still stuck somewhere on the pathway to recovery, no clue of whether it will ever heal properly.
First i strained my deltoid, then my scapula, now my elbow. awesome. just great. really great.
Mistakes made, they do the damage so great, repair seemed like nothing.
I tried to speak my mind and make a statement, but wrong impressions come out instead.
The wrong messages. What was to be spoken was misread.
Everything from nice and just sweet, turned bitter and all cloudy with darkness.
Speech is something I'm really lacking in. and it's getting worse by the second.
Sometimes we thought we were good at least at something when we were bad at almost everything.
We thought wrong. Well I did. I was never good at this. And I'm struggling to keep things going.
Trying not to fail but I don't seem to be able to avoid failure's grasp for me.
I thought I could be a good one, but i'm a really lousy one.
Just not good enough for you I guess.
the only benefit anyone would ever get from having me around is damage, sadness, pain, hurt, disappointment, and regret.
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