There’s still a part of me that believes in fairness. There’s still a part of me that still believes that people who break others should face some consequences.

However, the world doesn’t work that way.

Why does the people who hurt others can live without guilt? I want to say that life is not fair but I can’t lie because the truth is, they’re out living their lives. They’re out laughing, moving forward and forgetting.

I’m not here stuck but a lot of good people are and it’s very cruel but it’s real.

Sometimes I don’t know how to make peace with that.

There are nights I stay up overthinking. The times I let people hurt me. Just so I wouldn’t have to be alone all the time.

Then I think about it again. All the people who betrayed me, laughed at me, called me out my name and thought less of me just because I exist.

I don’t wish anything bad on no one and the innocent part of me still exists somewhere.