It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
"I''m Here, And I Love You.
I Have Always Loved You,
And I Will Always Love You.
I Was Thinking Of You,
Seeing Your Face In My Mind,
Every Second That I Was Away.
When I Told You I Didn''t Want You,
It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy."
I felt ashamed for what I had done.
I don''t have any excuses.
I did what I did.
I take full responsibility for myself and my actions.
I wouldn''t pawn this off on anybody.
I''m sorry it happened.
And I hurt people.
