So, questions asked by someone flies through my mind—
                                    Like I am, some kind of menace when I reacted on that.

The question popped was, "Have you already forgiven him?"
                                         Yes, God knows when. Or maybe because I haven't dug deeper and gave so much attention about it.

I have forgiven him—for a fact that I can look at him, straight in the eyes like nothing happened. But I was grateful, I never saw you once again.

                   I gave myself some healing and focused on things I needed. Got rid of things I no longer need.

                                            Declutter your mind a little, don't **** your dreams for something that is unworthy to make me fall down the rabbit hole.

Like Alice did, naive. But I'm not Alice, but I could be mad. Yet, those are unworthy thoughts and feelings that lives rent-free on my mind and nerves.

       I wish I could say the same. Stay the same. It got a nice ring on it, remembering the old me—is quite far from who I am today.

Yeah.