Burnt progress

14 July After 2 weeks

What belongs to me belongs to me. If I live in fear of being robbed, then maybe it isn't truly mine

Best of times....

I guess they're over and never will return. It's challenging to move forward into probably another phase of life. Well, it's difficult to decide how to treat others - by how we want to treat them or how they would treat us? This nightmare is going on in my head. The past I cannot forget, the future I cannot foresee. When do we let go of the pain, when do we hold on to the happiness? Are boundaries so clear?

The uneasiness looms around me. It's bad in the day and worse at night. Idk if the feeling of happiness is really worth the tears of sorrow. One is fleeting... The other burns and scars...