It feels like someone has my jaw in a vice and forced an apple down my throat. My eyes start to redden, knowing what I’ve done. Knowing the consequence of my actions, knowing what I have done for my future or what I haven’t done.
All I can do is sit in a dark room and weep. Cry my eyes out into rivers of shame and hurt.
The hurt will last for a while, but the scar of the past will remain with me forever. It is up to me to alter my future for the better and live the life I want for myself.