From dissappiontment to disappointment
I'm unstirred. Repulsing the mere thought of me being immobilesed by the despoilment I've come up against, even though the memories are too poignant I let bygones be bygones and pursuit my goals. Sometimes you need to plummet to the depths of wretchedness and gloominess, to discharge the despondency and downheartness you had lodged in you. I never begrudged those who excelled, nothing but faithfull wishing for them. Words of encouragement I recite to myself religiously to keep me uplifted, absent words of endearment nonetheless I furge for the happiness within.
