It's been over a year since I went to the hospital, meh, shouldn't bug me but the betrayal of a friend never heals. They say that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I have to wonder if that was translated from another language, because I think it makes you harder. My heart continues to grow hard and while it's broken before it's healed. Yet since it's become harder and harder those breaks are not healing. Meh, doesn't seem to matter much anymore. I have noticed people fear me, they actively avoid me. I loved this when I was a kid, only the dumb would pick a fight with me. And only those that truly needed me seeked me out. No fake personalities, no fake promises, and no fake friends. Or at least so I thought, but that's a story I won't talk about.
I know no one reads this so why put what I feel? I guess just it's an ear much like a wall that can put my thoughts in without expecting an answer.