Hiatus.

I have found this to be a theme of this year:
Ohh that feeling.
That wonderful, feeling feeling.
That feeling of getting your chest ripped open like you were underwater and see the surface but just cant reach it and you struggle and struggle and struggle..
Other people see you struggling, but they just watch because no help is to be given once you hit that feeling. This is something that has to be taken care of on it's own. But you never want to be that person, you know that person who is hung up on another and just cant stop thinking about them over and over and over and replaying thing and constantly analyzing things and then come the what ifs and should'ves and could'ves and what the fucks and no one knows what to do with that person. Thats when you learn to put on the mask. The mask that says oh yeah, shits cool. but on the inside youre still raw and hurting and constantly going over and over and over things and remebering things and then the what the fucks come back. Ohh those what the fucks. those'll getcha every time. the hurt stage, the angry stage, the hurt stage, the angry stage. but then something happens. one day youll wake up and the hurt will be lessened. not a lot, but slightly. not right away, but in time. maybe itll take years. maybe itll take weeks. maybe that scab will get ripped off and the hurt will be alive and pulsing again. but one thing is for sure, it will heal. you will be scarred. but if you think about it, that scar creates a learning experience. if anything, you learned what that feeling was. you learned what heartbreak truly was. you learned what you want. you learned that person may not be the right onw for you. or you learned this person is definitely the one, but its not the right time. shit happens, man. but the catch is, things will get better. maybe not too soon, but if they didnt there would be a lot less people in the world.

"Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
Matthew 11: 28-30

Hey, it can't hurt.