It suddenly dawned on me that finding happiness will not heal the past hurts.
Not that I have found already.
The past still hurts, and haunts.
Whether free or busy, the mind runs uncontrollably wild once in a while.

What is real? Life is real. Death is too.
What is true as of now is, I am not happy. And that's real. But neither am I really sad. I like memories that make me feel warmth from the inside. I keep memories that hurt me deeply because they keep me sane and let me know what's real.
Know not what I want or don't want anymore. Things that I've let go, possibly gone, forever.
Such is the result of not bringing work home tonight. Freely wandering thoughts that can't solve or release anything. Boo.
- via iPhone <3