Nothing changes
I was cleaning out one of my e-mail boxes this evening. In it is a series of messages from someone very dear to me who was murdered awhile back. I am not okay with this, I am not okay and the world is still not right. Blaming myself for things does not change events that have occurred but neither does being complacent. Of course this is because nothing can change anything that has happened. I am filled with sadness, anger and rage that has no outlet. I'm simply left with a gaping wound where something/someone beautiful once was. Regret for things I never had the courage to say and have been robbed of the opportunity to ever say them.