We’ve all got feelings we deny to overtake us but instead to channel it out in ways that destroys us the most. We drink to it. We smoke to it. We write about it but never let that someone read it.

And I think the last one kills the most because it stays within, it never gets out of us. It never reached the one who caused us the pain. It stays. You don’t get over it, you just get used to it. Get tired of it. Get sick of it.