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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

My hearts truth

"God give me strength.
When the phone doesn't ring
and I'm lost in imagining
everything that kind of love is worth
as I tumble back down to the earth"-Bette Middler



I have made a record amount of horrible decisions in my life. I've hurt feelings, broken hearts, lied, yelled when I should have been calm, been flighty when I should have stayed, been cruel to guard my own feelings, been jealous, been rude to hide my emotions, been mean for no good reason, been lazy when I should have been proactive, and been guarded when I should have been open.

I'm grateful for the days that God gives me to realize these mistakes. As much as you don't think so, I do look in the mirror everyday. Every night I pray to be a better person. Some days I am, but some days I'm not the outstanding human being I would love to be. I am wrong, alot. I am difficult, stubborn, and opinionated. It's hard to make me flinch, but easy to make me cry if you know me well enough. I am not an innocent person who does nothing wrong. I am quick to argue when I think I am right. I do admit fault, but there are times when I avoid it.

I'm sorry if you are negatively affected by me. I'm sorry that I am not the person you want me to be. And I'm sorry that I lost that special place that used to be in your heart. Truth is, I can't change who I am. I can only try to be a better person; try to be all the things that you want me to be. I'm sorry if that isn't enough for you. I have given my all. It's a slow process, but I am speeding through as it is.

What I'm trying to say is; I'm sorry I failed. I would rather die than hear one more hateful word from you. Please spare me. I truly can't take it anymore. Maybe one day things will be the way that they are supposed to. Maybe you pushing me away will bring us back together. Maybe I should just sit and wait. Maybe I should do nothing. Maybe I should continue to try. Maybe I should, maybe I should, maybe I should...ask you to see. Maybe you won't want to. Maybe I should stop giving myself hope. I don't think you want me to have it anymore.

I'm sorry. I deserve all the hurt.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Awww Fatty. :/

Lori said...

Sad. :( I know you really loved this one.

Arthur said...

She'll come back yo. You good peoples. Don't be sad. See the bright side of things. Maybe this letter will open her eyes to how you feel.
Stay up!

Anonymous said...

no worries dad ur always loved :) do u and the rest will fall into place. things have a weird way of working out. miss u

Meg said...

Hang in there Fatty. She will know what she has with you before it's too late. Trust. You will prevail.