A Pencil & Eraser

A friend emailed this meaningful story to me, I like it very much so I share with you.

Pencil: I’m sorry….


Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.


Pencil: I’m sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.


Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

Sober Monday

I can be a strong person. I don't depend on people to help me at all. I fix myself, and my situations. I've always been like this, as far as I can remember. I know for this to work, I need moral support. I know this. It's like no one is giving me a chance. I was around alcohol ALL NIGHT LONG! I drank an energy drink, water, and coffee. Don't get me wrong, they were tempting as hell, but I'm head strong. I don't want to tuck my tail in between my legs. Part of me says, "I can do this myself". I know I need to find a sponsor, and I know that I need to start reading the book.

I don't know, I really wanted to drink. And Im sure some of you, in the back of your hair said well. And personally, I hope people keep saying that. It makes me want to go one more hour, one more day, one more week and one more year. With this i hope sober Monday's end.

But i am still sober. I was going to give a big drawn out description, but I don't feel like it.

Thanks for reading.