how do i put this


it's like, the wound has already more or less healed, but then you come around and pull the scab right off even before it's ready to fall off.
it freaking hurts man.
once again, the wound has been exposed,
and now the whole bloody healing process has to start all over again.


i'm so exasperated and fed-up i don't even know where to begin.


it's rather amazing how far one can go along the process with self-delusion, with stupid cliches like "he's not worthy of you", until one day the person realises that the other party doesn't even give a shit whether you're alive or not.