I never imagined how things could go so wrong.

Or how wrong things could go.

But either way. Thoughts to myself, chin up, chest out, get ready to face the world.

Maybe some things aren't meant to be shared.

Like thoughts.
Or someone's past.
Or even a common future.

Right now it just feels that way. Maybe if oneday you saw this, you'd know just how much it hurts to be persecuted of a past.

Damn.