bruises heal, but memories don't
it's nearly four years now, and it still weighs heavily on my mind.
twelve months ago i stumbled across the photos accidentally whilst looking for something else and froze - i'd all but washed it away. i found them again recently, under similar circumstances, but brushed over them. i'm trying to recoveron my own...
....but...
the worst part of all this, is how i've switched everything.
i'm not longer the victim, i've become the bully.... because i needed another reason to hate myself.
the thing is, i'm second guessing myself. was i eally the bully? or was it reactioary?
regardless, life sucks right now, because all avenues of release are blocked due to reasons beyond control