The world may call it a second chance,

but when I came back it was more of a relapse.

Here I am again, and I don't know why. Probably boredom.

So, how 'bout them second chances?

I just posted a long, poetic post on my extremely dated xanga that I somehow still remember the login for. I don't know why I'm posting here, but here we go.

It just hit me. It just hit me that I have to forgive. Even if I've been holding the same grudge for years, bitter for my broken heart, bitter for what happened, I can't keep doing this. I tell all my friends that, "not in a million years will I ever!" but. Well.

I give up.

We're so close to something better left unknown,

we're so close to something better left unknown.