I tried to sit and look back on my life to see where it all went wrong. That one point, that one mistake, one decision where I always end up, where I could point at and think, "THAT! That was the beginning of the end."
Needless to say, I sat there for a very long time. Burned plenty of cigarettes, drank jugs of coffee, but surprisingly still, I couldn't find the point.
And then I realized that that had always been my problem. Through all my mistakes, I never cared about the consequences, never cared what it would do to me in the future. And because I didn't care back then, I don't even remember now. I don't remember where it all went wrong.
Maybe it's always been wrong. I'll never know.
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