I wish I could say I didn’t know better. I wish I had an excuse but all I could say would never take away my mistakes. However, I’m not going to stop there. I have a plan and I’ve been committing to it. I’m going to confess, I’m going to grow and I’m going to educate myself and all men and women, I can see or touch, around me.
The candles that melted, smoke that lingered and the wine that has accompanied the adolescents didn't bring much good. They were a whirlwind of emotions that I never understood. Why, was I thinking this? Why, was I feeling so much? Why, was I the only one?