It just gets better
Before, they were just some sorry, prideful, and egoistic excuses to prove to the universe that I am unshattered, unbent, and unbroken. But now, terms such as 'okay', 'fine', 'getting better' and 'moving on' are breaking the barriers of that sick, sadistic world I enclosed myself with, one where I lost my passion and drive for self-improvement and inner happiness. Quiet. Calm. Serene. Peace. In the not-so-distant past, these emotions resembled long forgotten relics of the past - hidden and stuck in the deep and dark crevasses of my heart. Yet now, they've started pouring out of those cracks like steam rushing out of a boiling kettle pot. Errr, I'll think of a better metaphor next time but the point is, I am once again getting familiar and comfortable with these emotions and I absolutely freaking like it. I wouldn't trade this state for anything or anyone else at this point. Nope nope nope. * * * No more running / No more