I guess it could be defined as ending. The ultimate death of memories? I guess? The impending doom of ever-again events. But being happy that you're okay with it? I know this could be put much more eloquently, but I don't think I'm even going to try. I feel like my journalism career is dead. But that's not what closure is. I think closure should be open to a new beginning. Especially if it was a malfunctioning relationship...because truly, no one deserves to have bad experiences. But if that ever does happen, its crucial for learning...
But on the real, I'm just done with the bullsh!t. I don't need the extra baggage, or the hurt, or the unnecessary precautions. I don't enjoy being treated like dirt, and you have no authority or right to do so. You need to learn that doing that in real life is not acceptable. Well, to live like that as someone with actual morals, but I guess you don't have any humanity left in you. Harsh, right? Now you know what it feels like to be degraded.
2013 Review
12 years ago