Self-Pity Is Self-Destruction
I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity.
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people who have hurt me .I was literally
sitting in a pool of my own self-pity. Me that’s all I seem to think about. I spent so much
time just thinking of things to drown myself with and reasons why the hole world should fell
sorry for me. I realize I seem to have forgotten why people wonted to hurt me. It was
because all my life I took on a role of protecting people. The very people who later turned
there backs on me. Everything I went though was for a good cause. I was standing up for
people who had long lost there own voices. I protected them and I built them up. I stood with
them and sometimes when it got hard I carried them though it. Now that I remember I can
hold my head up high and live my life with now knowing that if I could go back in time I
would change nothing.
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