The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing. --John Powell 
We live, we learn. We make mistakes and we learn from them. We strive to not repeat these mistakes. I'm guilty of re-offending.
I do not know what it is about him that first attracted me. He was a jerk. Quiet possibly I like jerks? Or maybe it was his sudden thirst for me, that something that made him attracted to me. I don't know. I care not to know. What I would like to know is where it all went wrong. I can blame him, and I can blame myself. But what is all this blame doing for me? I'm still sitting here clueless. My actions are unjustifiable, my mind is weary and my soul is aching. I've placed so much of my trust in him, that I've forgotten how to trust myself.
We live, we learn. We make mistakes and we learn from them. We strive to not repeat these mistakes. I'm guilty of re-offending.
I do not know what it is about him that first attracted me. He was a jerk. Quiet possibly I like jerks? Or maybe it was his sudden thirst for me, that something that made him attracted to me. I don't know. I care not to know. What I would like to know is where it all went wrong. I can blame him, and I can blame myself. But what is all this blame doing for me? I'm still sitting here clueless. My actions are unjustifiable, my mind is weary and my soul is aching. I've placed so much of my trust in him, that I've forgotten how to trust myself.
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