The Universe has seen fit to reopen some wounds I had once thought were healed.

Turns out, not so fucking much.

 

There is something especially cruel about people who surface in your life just to throw things into chaos.

Even if these people were once close to you. Even if these people are related to you. Even if they gave birth to you.

Hurt people hurt people, and objectively this is something that I do know.

A better person than me would not feel hurt, just sympathy, But I am not a better person, and I fear that I might not be able to continue handling all this hurt gracefully.

 

One day this might all come spilling out and Bob help whoever might be its path.

 

One of the reasons I have hesitated to write down my thoughts where someone might read them is that they are largely very dark and morbid. More so now with the aforementioned resurfaced chaos.

 

I just want to live and be happy. Why is that so much to ask?

When do I stop being punished for the sins of others?