Words flow when tears threaten to.

My words are full of spite, hate...and hurt.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and feel okay, but right now, this hurts.

I guess some things never change.

The clueless forever remains clueless, unable or uncaring to understand.

And I am shot by the second bullet I stupidly yielded.

When the barely mended gets broken again, at least it has not healed enough to truly feel pain.


Oh, and thanks for answering the question I've been asking myself for months.

No, I'm not made for this.

Answer to second question.

No, not worth it.