BROKEN SENTIMENTS 2

MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, I can effortlessly shut my mouth when I sense that I just might not have the nicest things to say.

Sometimes, I wonder how I do that even when the other person had given all their might to crush and tear me all apart. Other times, I wish that I had the same ability to stop these thoughts from floating inside my head. And when my head hurts enough, that's when I resolve to writing my sentiments down...even when the only person who understands them is me.

"It hasn't been a good year for a lot of people," my boss said. I couldn't agree more. After all the sh*t that I went through all of last year, what happened just a couple of weeks ago tops all of that...and more. Recovering is never a walk in the park, but on a lighter note, it's been (for the lack of better word to describe it) a blessing in disguise for me. I'm torn between my own ambitions and my morals, but the events of the past weeks humbled me. If it's any consolation at all, it makes me feel better to think that I don't miss the person that I used to be.

But the thought that SOMEDAY my brother and I will see each other again doesn't make me feel any better, like my boss suggested. But by saying that doesn't mean that I'm angry...not even to the person who stole my brother's life away. I think that I've just been hurting so much that I'm left with no more room for any emotions except extreme level of sadness.