6 years.
Six years of extreme ups and downs.
I finally got to a place in myself where I left all hatred aside.
Hatred of myself and other people.
And I'm back to square one.
I'd say "You'll be sorry!", But you won't.
I tried. I really tried. I fought for others. I fought to help. I helped myself. I have done everything I can.
Yet, it's not enough.
It's not enough for others. It's not enough for me. I can do better than this. I AM BETTER THAN THIS.
Nope.
Yeah. You'll miss me. For a minute.
You'll miss my banter. You'll miss my hugs. You'll miss how I helped you through bad times, when you never knew who the fuck I was.
Eventually, You will stop. You'll forget that I built this place. You'll forget that I stood up and said NO.
You will forget me. You will forget what I've done to shape who you are today.
And all I will be is someone you "met one day".
