I’m incredibly fortunate that it doesn’t get worse every year, but I doubt I’ll ever be same years ago.
I can only hold on tight and endure it, just like every year. I understand why the past can sometimes haunt you. I’m still hoping that it didn’t happen, because that’s my present.
And for the future?
Good thing I still have hope for myself that I’ll find a meaning out of this bittersweet world. Fucking unbelievable.
I still remember.