Every single night I ask myself the same question, but I can never come up with an answer.
They say forgiveness is for yourself but, frankly speaking, I rather live with this hatred and burden than attempt to set myself free.
Wounded. Hurt. Imperfection. Recklessness. Anger. Fucking hell.
Fuck you really. Yeah fuck you. Why do you even try you fucking idiot. Nothing ever changes.
Stuck it up and move on.
Back to the life of escapism.