I’ve been called a reflective person before.

Due to my extreme busyness over the past few months, I haven’t really sat down and think about how I feel. I’d rather just bitch about it or distract myself with some other shit.

I guess that’s why I keep myself so busy. Because I don’t want to think about the past.

I miss how I could be so damned happy few years ago. And how everything I took for granted changed. How I was forced to accept that those days were over. And how jaded I’ve become. The regret that comes from hurting someone. The fear of falling in love all over again. And the fear of not being able to love at all.

I apologize to those I’ve hurt with my calloused heart.
I’ll try to fix it one day.