Frustration
I’m twenty-four years old, yet time and time again I feel like a child who has to learn the same lesson over and over again. Sometimes, I’d like to think that it wasn’t my fault. That it’s the other person who should have learned by now. That if they knew how to treat people like I thought they did, it wouldn’t matter that I decided to trust them again. And that faith in them would never be shattered. But in the end, it has to be something I control. It has to be something I can control, because if it’s not, I will continuously be setting myself up for a possible letdown. And truth be told, if I have another letdown with the same circumstances, I will be scream.
They say that time heals all wounds. Even if this is true in most circumstances, time can’t erase the pain you felt from that wound. You may no longer have a scar, but you will never forget the fall. Or maybe that’s just me. Sometimes I hate my memory. I can still vividly remember breaking my ankle and still have flashbacks of the pain. The same is true for my broken hearts. What’s worse I think than the initial wound, is the reopening of it again. Nothing is more frustrating than having to go through the same hurtful thing twice.
Nothing is more disappointing than feeling pain from something you thought you’d never have to worry about again. Nothing is more aggravating than feeling like a fool for another time.
Perhaps believing things had changed was too much to believe. “Sigh.”
They say that time heals all wounds. Even if this is true in most circumstances, time can’t erase the pain you felt from that wound. You may no longer have a scar, but you will never forget the fall. Or maybe that’s just me. Sometimes I hate my memory. I can still vividly remember breaking my ankle and still have flashbacks of the pain. The same is true for my broken hearts. What’s worse I think than the initial wound, is the reopening of it again. Nothing is more frustrating than having to go through the same hurtful thing twice.
Nothing is more disappointing than feeling pain from something you thought you’d never have to worry about again. Nothing is more aggravating than feeling like a fool for another time.
Perhaps believing things had changed was too much to believe. “Sigh.”