There’s something liberating in being expected to fail. No expectations, no explanations.
After all, “you’ll never amount to anything.” You’re damaged goods.
So you’re free to fall on your face. Or reach for the stars. I did both.
“There were times I asked myself,
‘Is life really worth living?’
Suicide, now there’s a thought,
But would God be forgiving?”
Ed L.
“There were times I asked myself,
‘Is life really worth living?’
Suicide, now there’s a thought,
But would God be forgiving?”
Ed L.