I knew it was wrong, I knew that I would be penalized but I kept doing it. Even when I wanted to stop, I didn't. Only because the sin gave me pleasure like nothing else; it gave me peace that I yearned for.
Although I knew that this ephemeral feeling wouldn't get me anywhere, I would revert back no matter how much far away I ran. That was why I resented myself. I resented being chained; that I had no control over my own will. I couldn't stop myself from committing sins repeatedly.
So, I labeled myself as a sinner who was somehow devoted to being sinful while despising it with passion at the same time. Just to let it out; what I felt deep within my blackened soul, I started writing.
I scribbled everything that I thought or felt throughout the days. Starting from one single line, the ink flowed out and delineated countless pages with the burden of my sins.
It turned out into a diary full of wrongdoings and eventually, became the diary of a sinner.
|Estimated Reading Time||2 hours and 30 minutes|
|Published On||05 Apr 2017|