I want to be able to forgive and forget. I want to be able to move on. God knows I do.
But I find it very hard. And it gets harder with every passing minute.
If you were dead, it would have been easier. I would miss you but remember you in good
words. But seeing you alive and kickin’ even after all this, without a tinge of guilt,
nauseates me. You bring out the worst in me. I expect nothing good from anyone at all.
Only the worse. Because somehow, I have this embedded in my brain, heart, and soul
that people always deceive, hurt, and destroy. Now, when I come across good people, I
push them away. This is the worse a father could do to his daughter. I don’t see the good
in the world like I used to. I’m kind to everyone nonetheless because I would rather die
than be YOU. I’m sure your ego was worth it. I’m sure you feel satisfied. I’m sure you feel
powerful being a man. You better pray I find it in me to forgive you. Because if I don’t
Besides Karma never forgets even if people do.