We're living in a powder keg...
I don't hurt anymore. I've come to terms. Those that have fallen around me, I'm allowing to pass. I can't keep holding onto memories of those I've lost. They're gone, and I'll allow them to be in peace. Balta, Rosa, Grampa, Carole, Mattie, Rusty, Francis, and soon, Bill. I love you all. And I miss you. I think it's time for me to allow myself to remember. Not to imply that I'd forget...but I won't hold on so tight anymore.
I feel no hatred for her anymore. She's done her best to ruin our lives, but she can't. We will walk on, and never look back on her. These are her own choices, and they are the wrong ones. You keep on walking the wrong path, because we won't guide you back.
I'm not as glad as I thought I would be to find out he's most likely unhappy. There's so many reasons for me to hate him, but I can't. I feel no pity for him, but I can't be happy about his being miserable.
I don't hurt anymore.
I feel no hatred for her anymore. She's done her best to ruin our lives, but she can't. We will walk on, and never look back on her. These are her own choices, and they are the wrong ones. You keep on walking the wrong path, because we won't guide you back.
I'm not as glad as I thought I would be to find out he's most likely unhappy. There's so many reasons for me to hate him, but I can't. I feel no pity for him, but I can't be happy about his being miserable.
I don't hurt anymore.