"...and expecting the other person to die." It’s something I learned from a friend couple of weeks back. And it’s true. Sadly it just took me a while to understand that. But wouldn’t you know that the cruel, twisted bitch that life is, it would throw me a proper curve ball just as I was about to let go and move on. Not that it should come as much of a surprise to me anymore. It’s not much of a shock in how a petty and childish manner grown people can act sometimes, but you’d think that time would heal the biggest wounds. But apparently not! Though it’d make more sense if I had done actually something truly hurtful. But that’s really not the case if you ask me. But apparently for some people being open and honest is a huge offense. Sure truth hurts, a lot sometimes, but you’d think that it wouldn’t hurt quite this much. And still. It’s been close to 2 years already.

It may be hard to believe, but I was actually feeling happy for someone who’s done me wrong, quite badly if you ask me. But all that was wiped away thanks to the knowledge that time apparently hasn’t changed anything. Well, except for the fact that the one thing that should’ve been removed ages ago has apparently got rid of finally. And I of course foolishly thought for a moment that it might actually change things. But apparently that’s not the case. So I’m basically back to where I started. Feeling bitter and hurt. And it’s starting to once again feel like holding a grudge isn’t such a bad thing after all. Fuck you karma for letting me believe that doing good and trying to be positive might actually cause good things in one’s life!

PS. It truly boosts one’s self-confidence to find out you’re apparently a worse person than some lying, cheating cunt.