i really wanted it to work.
it didn’t work.
patience.
maybe one more trauma to be overcome or maybe a mourning.
cry? who knows, but probably not.
the important thing, i think, is not to let anything hurt.
becoming bitter is enough for my own defeat. to forgive?
yes.
certainly.
but for now i will enjoy and understand my pain.
i will think about myself, i will wipe my tears.
give me chocolate and love me a lot.
unconditionally.
fuck you if you think this is selfish.
i already donated too much.
i really wanted it to work.
it didn’t work.
patience.
“ball forward”, as the thinker would say.
about everything 