"Forgive them." They said. I want to, I do. But my heart beats another way. I wish I could, but turns out that even in the deepest of my heart there is still an empty room. Empty yet broken room. I'm not saying that it's unforgiven, it is just not easy to let things go. I mean, one day I just sleep tight like nothing ever happened, but others feel like the sky is falling apart. But that is totally normal. I mean, everybody has their own bottom rock, right? That is one of the reasons why I feel like better to keep it myself, even if it brunt me out. They are just things that have lived in your heart since you ever remember, not easy to let go of. I think the point is not to let it go. I think it should be hugged. Sit back and it's gonna be just fine. And I think the best way is to always remember all the engraved wounds that made you who you are. Hugging the pain that causes every tear that drops. It's not easy to let go. I know. You know. Someday it will be...