On Time, Scars and Songs...

Time is the greatest healer.

We all heal.
Every wound heals, till it either fades away completely or becomes just another old scar. You hardly notice it. It's always there though, innocently and stubbornly clinging on, and once in a while, when you're really quite fu*ked, you notice it... and sometimes you feel a little twinge of pain-like regret, except you don't even recognize the feeling anymore.

Coz time tried healing you so often, but took so very long, that you found other ways to numb the pain. And now wounds don't bother you even when you get hurt. They become scars directly. I think it saves you from a lot of trouble.

Emotions prove their worthlessness further to me every passing day. No no, I'm not saying everyone in the world should lock their hearts away in iron chests at the bottom of dark dungeons. I just mean there are too many people I know who have been fu*ked over by "love". And it's always just so pointless at the end of the day. Here you are bleeding tears for someone who couldn't care less. At the most, all you ever get is their sympathy. Why can't you see that? Why do this to yourself???

Human beings are funny creatures. Do you know what the height of masochism is? Not blades nor eyes of storms. Songs. Songs that remind you of specific moments that now make you feel nothing but overwhelming guilt. Putting them on a loop and watching the walls of the inside of your mind crumble, now that is twisted.