So here I am on a monday afternoon writing my third post, despite the alternative to slobbing indoors on the computer being getting sundrenched in greenewich park with friends.
I won't go into details, but the crux of it is that my actions, prior to being senteneced to a day of incarceration, copmromised the trust agreement I share with my parents.
They were very disappointed .
I know, I feel you wince. That vocabulary, the kind that makes you want to crawl into a hole in shame; it's the worst kind your parents can use against you. Im sure evrybody agrees with me there.
Im not proud of my actions, but life goes on. I think tomorrow will bring sunny skies rather than crisp white ceilings to stare up into. Rest assured, there'll be some grovelling. I'm hoping thinking about what I've done for today will disarm me of my childish stubbornness and hit me with another round of guilt.
Yes, thinking about it now, I suppose I have acted below my years. I'll repeat the word everyone loves to use all the time: perspective. But it is appropriate here, because I can now safely understand why people insist that arguing is a good thing, it helps you realise your mistakes and flaws and just get over yourself really.
Okay, what else is on the agenda for inspirational appenings this past week?
Not much really. Just the bright day to glare in at me mockingly.
I want to be outside.WHOOPS there's an oh-no-half-eaten-apple-rotting-biggest-fear-must-go-dispose-of-it-before-i-smell-it-and-hurl situation brewing down this end, i've gotta fly.
Off I go, Bye.
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