Everyone who told me that it gets better was a liar. Nothing ever changes. I can say it a thousand times and months down the line you'll think it should be over, because isn't that how things work - problems arise and then you solve them. But it doesn't
and it's all my fault isn't it for having a heart of desert sand and gall.
The bitterness stains like pomegranate on skin.
Would that I could hollow out my bones.