#i'msodeep

I cannot breathe. I am so stricken- my very core shatters like faint sunlight in dusty bedroom corners. And this forces me to tell- I am a liar. Every time I tell myself I’m solidly miraculous- its always been a fucking lie. Every time I say “he hasn’t broke me yet, I’m still alive,” another fucking lie. Every time I am burned and dragged acrosss his sharp tongue, I’ve always said, “I’m fine.” But my world is a dirty broken bone where the cracks of my mistakes and allowances stretch across me like  pin pricked vains. I am so weak and defenseless, but that doesn’t matter anymore. My plans (all of them) we’re never mine, and the joke was all on him after all because honey, there are trains to takee me out of this place to a wonderful wretchedneess where nothing ever burns but my soul when I’m with you and the memories that shackled me to waist. - Jessamyn Marion Lias Wolff

People can be nasty, cruel, and hurtful. But that doesn't mean they can't change and it doesn't mean they shouldn't be forgiven, they just need a decent push into reality to put them on their road to recovery.  On the other hand they can just stay nasty, cruel, and hurtful forever, those people suck.