Footprints...

I am standing at the exact spot in the hospital but with a total different feel.
It was almost the exact words, " I'll come get you in 15 minutes.."

Some people came into your life, left foot prints in your heart and left. Some came and left messy foot prints and too left... either way .... they messed up your routines.

Que sara sara... as I mumbled to myself... he came. The attendent helped me to the seat and we left for dinner.

A trip to the hospital, not something I wanted in the first place, not something I wanted to hear from the doc as well... Suddenly the empowering hatred for myself sets in, yes, I hate myself ... so much...

I am nothing but trouble... problematic... I am a total piece of junk and a miserable emo one too.