DIARY : March 9th 2017

I packed all the pictures and all those gifts I've gotten in a box. as i began to think to throw them away , i heard a voice inside my head telling myself that, clearly I've never wanted them going to waste.  I sat back and started contemplating on what could possibly go wrong and how this all ended up the way I've never wanted it to be. It's easier to paint myself as the one that has the blame, the one that didn't care enough to fix things. I'm feeling the immense pain in ways I've never felt before, the pain that's killing every inches of my veins. It's been so long but the wounds are still there, people say time heals, and there's always a rainbow after every storms. but somehow , i just don't think it's coming my way.