On certain circumstances, scars become fresh wounds again. We don’t necessarily have to re-live of what had happened, but apparently some talks bring us to those dark days all over again.
I come to the conclusion that I really am not a forgetful person, I probably just got past things and moved on. But sometimes, that dusty old box that I have closed for a long long time must be re-opened.
In the end, it’s not forgetting or moving on that really matters, it’s accepting that sometimes, people can do mean things to us that we are incapable of getting even with. And maybe we don’t have to, because we don’t wanna go down to the level that we don’t belong.
But goddamn, acceptance is one crazy difficult bitch to work with…
Neeways, some days I am not too positive. I guess this is just one of the days I’m being a real human being.
Have a good day, darlings! I miss writing long story to you. Til soon!