That's what people say to me.
Its over. Its all finished. You can move on. Let go. All done
But it isnt. Not really.
Not like that. Not after years of being ingrained in your DNA. Just because there is a result. Click. Switch off. It's done.
Not when justice is served but then hushed up and not published and the "bad guy" isn't named.... "oh people will know who it is... But are these the people who matter?
I feel angry. Their health and dignity protected over Mine, and others facing up to them.
I feel physically sick. To hear what they did. That they really did it. Not a rumour anymore. I really didn't know them. At all
I feel.... Done. Fed up. Throw hands in the air. Push the papers off the desk. Fuxk the diet. Fuxk having aspirations. Fuck believing in justice and karma.
Imma eat that cake. Dodge that gym session. Ignore socialising. Enjoy being by myself. Nap in the day. It doesn't really matter.
So many people trying to do the right thing and be good people. When the bad ones get protected
I feel like I don't care anymore. And I know I should and I say I do. But not really
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