revisiting hurt and anger seems to be pass time of mine. yes it may seem all too familiar yet i still allow small slips in allowing myself to be faced with rejection and opening up old wounds as it it happened yesterday. browsing and looking at profiles of the very people who rejected me years ago doesn't frustrate me but gives me a sense of calm; as if its suppose to be the way. have i somehow integrated my self-worth with rejection as a norm?

healing seems like a task that never ends... could it be that i'll never truly heal, holding on to all the anguish and hurt in a child-like state that constantly replays like a broken down recorder.

running from every broken relationship into a new exciting one has been my only solution, what happens when you're sick of running? when u are comforted by the pain you're past brings because its the only familiarity u know, as much as u try to change yourself to never revisit those wounds, it feels like its the only way out.