Trouble Dethly
While You Boast Your Bitter Bragging Rights...
To anyone who’ll listen, while you’re left with nothing tangible to gain.
Photo Essay: The Thing About Regret Part II
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I was nineteen.
When I was younger, I was hot-headed and quick to anger. Even now, I remember feeling it course through my veins, my jaw clenching with venomous words teasing on the tip of my tongue. While this regret did not teach me how to temper myself, I learned to be careful with my words. Because while I may no longer mean the things I spoke in the throes of fury and despite how hard I could apologize and beg for another chance, it can not erase what was said. Even if it was only for the briefest of moments uttered in frustration and self-righteous anger, I meant them at the time. This is why I take time to respond and why I am so particular about my word usage (Ask me about the difference between when I think something or I feel something). I never want there to be a time that someone is no longer in my life because while they may forgive what I’ve said — they cannot forget it.
The Blog.
While You Boast Your Bitter Bragging Rights...
To anyone who’ll listen, while you’re left with nothing tangible to gain.
Photo Essay: The Thing About Regret Part II
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I was nineteen.
When I was younger, I was hot-headed and quick to anger. Even now, I remember feeling it course through my veins, my jaw clenching with venomous words teasing on the tip of my tongue. While this regret did not teach me how to temper myself, I learned to be careful with my words. Because while I may no longer mean the things I spoke in the throes of fury and despite how hard I could apologize and beg for another chance, it can not erase what was said. Even if it was only for the briefest of moments uttered in frustration and self-righteous anger, I meant them at the time. This is why I take time to respond and why I am so particular about my word usage (Ask me about the difference between when I think something or I feel something). I never want there to be a time that someone is no longer in my life because while they may forgive what I’ve said — they cannot forget it.
The Blog.