It is always the same moment of the night, where I lay in comfort under the cool white sheets. Moments like this spend in recalling those angry past, of those idiotic bastards and bitches who have caused me great anguish and of course immerse hatred towards certain outlook of my life. The incapability of forgiveness has given me the deepest depth of hatred towards these people, if I can orchestrate their retributions I thought, only then I can be appeased. The question I often asked myself, "Do I deserve to be treated like this?!" haunt me every now and then and it has remained unanswered for the past years. The bitterness that is embedded deeply in me takes a long time to subside and unless I orchestrate their retributions, the hatred can then be erased permanently followed by a sense of satisfaction and achievement. Every night, as I lay in bed, before sleep eluded me, the recollection is always the same.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Nightly thoughts...
It is always the same moment of the night, where I lay in comfort under the cool white sheets. Moments like this spend in recalling those angry past, of those idiotic bastards and bitches who have caused me great anguish and of course immerse hatred towards certain outlook of my life. The incapability of forgiveness has given me the deepest depth of hatred towards these people, if I can orchestrate their retributions I thought, only then I can be appeased. The question I often asked myself, "Do I deserve to be treated like this?!" haunt me every now and then and it has remained unanswered for the past years. The bitterness that is embedded deeply in me takes a long time to subside and unless I orchestrate their retributions, the hatred can then be erased permanently followed by a sense of satisfaction and achievement. Every night, as I lay in bed, before sleep eluded me, the recollection is always the same.
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