Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.


Maybe we call them scar...and learn to live with them rest of our life......

I don't pray on anyone's downfall cause I see y'all's life suck enough.

By the time they want to fix their bond with you, you won't even want to deal with them anymore.

It's all over....

Reel nhi Real Hai 🙂
Libraries diaries

Time passes but regret remains

“A burning sense of injustice, sobs, sorrow; desire to fight back, and no time or energy to do so.”

My anger is a reflection of how hurt I am. Understand that.

Your demeanor has grown unmistakably insouciant, cloaked in a kind of philosophical apatheia where concern clearly expires. Every response drips with phlegmatic detachment and perfunctory disinterest, delivered with such rehearsed sangfroid that it borders on emotional supinity. This deliberate dereliction of care and remissness in basic regard renders my presence effectively anopisthographic to you — acknowledged on one side, utterly disregarded on the other. If indifference were an art, yours would be disturbingly well-mastered.