I'm Really Tired Of This, You Guys

It doesn't make a difference.

Who is here today is gone tomorrow. As I said in the past, we all lose people. Some we lose to death, some, we lose to life.

What difference does it make to have someone so close by, only to find out they've moved cities the next day, or don't, but cut you off. It's like a wound that is constantly cut open again as soon as it's healed.

Scars can only go so deep to the eye.

I was on my second set of upper body work out when I paused. And again, they all crawled out of the box I thought I'd gotten rid of. These feelings, for lack of a better word.

It doesn't make sense.