Hatred of the past is a constant internal tension from which it is impossible to withdraw. Memories do not just come - they press, annoy, knock out of the state. Any little thing can remind you of what was, and again returns to the same feelings .
You let me down. Not because you left, but because you swore to stay. I saw you as a homeland I could return to when life got tough, but you turned out to be just another path that betrays those who cross it.
