After something wonderful, something you truly believed in, loved, and appreciated, has been taken away, lost, or destroyed, you take it hard on others, and more importantly, yourself. You become this person, weather it’s anger, depression, or loneliness… You become someone totally different. You’re not yourself anymore. You try to fill that lost with something else; most of the time that “something else” changes you to the side of which you didn’t want to become…
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For all the things that I’ve done, even though I know I shouldn’t. The guilts. The discomfort, yet pleasure, that it temporarily brings upon my conscious mind and my exhausted body. While it’s the nature of human to either forgive or forget, I’m still very hesitant to do so. Maybe the occasional “whatever” will fix it for now. But the feeling of disappointment lingers on.
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