The Ripped Soul

I know this is my blog and everything, but I've learnt a lesson long time ago that some things are better left unsaid, and best forgotten. For the innocence of honesty when brutally abused can cause damage and bring chaos when misunderstood.

It sucks for me that I can't even be open about anything and everything, but at least I know what I feel, what I think, and what I'm doing. I just wish that sometimes you guys could understand where I was coming from, instead of just criticizing or questioning and giving me judgement.

I was slapped with a ton of words today, but what hurt wasn't the cut from the knife, more like the wound it made across my skin. Words will only be words, but the meaning derived from it says much more than you can imagine.

Still, I'll find it all somewhere inside myself to put pride aside, throw it away, forgive and eventually forget.

Right now I'm just going to crawl away from the world, run, hide and cry. Fuck this life.