Waking Up.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me. - Bella Swan (New Moon)


It has only been moments or hours rather that I sat suffering in my room, crying but know all I have have is that numb sense of healing. Not forgetting and never healing all the way. It is just there as I reminder not to make the same mistakes again. I'll never trust, or be the same again. After not only what he did, but what others have also done to me so cruelly. But, I'll try to fight my way out of that dark pool. Even though it is better and easier than facing the truth. So I'll get over it, eventually. But, it shall be a long time before I learn to love and trust again.