Looking Back, I Realized…

Looking back, I realized my problem: I had tried to do it alone. For the first time, I admitted that I needed help.

Looking back, I realized that part of the reason was wanting to stay in the past for just one more moment.

Looking back, I realized that the Lord had really set me up, but at the time I was full of righteous indignation.

Looking back, I realized that the car had never stopped at the stop sign before driving across the Southbound lanes of traffic.

Looking back, I realized that every day was the same. I could gaze back upon 5 months and hardly remember a distinct day.

Looking back, I realized that I could have always stayed home. We are living on so little and and can still pay our bills and eat.

Looking back, I realized that I showed a few symptoms during my high school years, but was unaware of what it meant.

Looking back, I realized there was very little of the first I remembered, very little that stuck with me.

Looking back, I realized that it was unrealistic to think that I could pursue so many time-consuming interests at the same time.

Looking back, I realized what a terrible experience my first tattoo was. And you know what, my parents were right.

Looking back I realized that when I had severe seizures they were infrequent, but smaller ones were closer together.

Looking back, I realized that none of my teachers realized that I needed help because I was the quiet one.

Looking back, I realized that my experience in the second grade was not my fault.

Looking back, I realized that I was never in love with him, I just wanted to be because he said he cared about me so much.

Looking back, I realized I probably could have been nicer to him, been more understanding, you know?

Looking back, I realized they were 10th grade pupils. My scary stare made them all run away.

Looking back, I realized that seat back for the front seat was fully reclined and my wheelchair was pinned behind it in the back seat.

Looking back, I realized why we began pushing her around. We felt unbelievably close, so close to each other through our hatred.

Looking back, I realized how devastated she was and I never realized the pain I had caused her.

Looking back, I realized i had thwarted off an episode. My belly had swollen up, I had muscle weakness, and bp was on the low side.

Looking back, I realized I should have made him suffer longer.

Looking back, I realized what an idiot I was and I should have just gone to the ER but I didn’t want to pay a huge bill.

Looking back, I realized that many times I have felt real good then alienated all the people around me.

Looking back, I realized all the things she did to cover it up. I know now she wasn’t visiting her grandma for a week.

Looking back, I realized I had something to make of myself. And then, there were the drugs. Here, I was forced to face my demons.

Looking back, I realized that I was watching a Roman torture for 2.5 hours.

Looking back, I realized that I was an ungrateful piece of shit at the time, but that’s how it goes when you’re growing up trying to find yourself.

Looking back, I realized that I really wasn’t sure that was what she wanted. I realized that in part, I woke her up because I wanted to say goodbye.

Looking back, I realized that taking risks cured my boredom.

Looking back, I realized that a big reason for the failure of my previous campaigns was the lack of preparation.

Looking back, I realized it was the little lies I told myself and then began to accept them as truth.

Looking back, I realized that I was somewhat unique.

Looking back, I realized that it would not have been possible without your help.

Looking back, I realized that the pain first started after a day of spotting and continued until my period in June.

Looking back, I realized that this ritual had a certain rite of passage for me.

Looking back, I realized that it was this period of time, where it seemed that nothing was happening.

Looking back, I realized my attention wandered from my intention.

Looking back, I realized I had some symptoms, I was just busy and didn’t expect to be pregnant, so I didn’t really notice anything.

Looking back, I realized that most of these strange phenomena centered around my grandma.

Looking back, I realized how unprepared I was for the finality of her passing.

Looking back, I realized, a door to a new world had just opened for me.

Looking back, I realized that at no point in the day had I stopped smiling.

Looking back, I realized my hesitation had caught the eye of the pale man. His eyes were wide, staring at me. I bolted from the shop and hurried quickly…

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