They Show You Who They Are It should never be a surprise. How they treat you in the past is how they will treat you in the future. I'll leave them respectfully, I'll disappear into the background, I'll grab onto some rung of the ladder and drag myself up to ground level somehow. I won't be like them. I won't break my word. I won't become them. I will continue to bleed pain I will continue to suffer through it I will continue Positivity is key. Positivity is the way. Fate has more for me to do yet. I will go with the tide as I'm tired of fighting it. Sweep me into the ocean and may I never return to this spot again.
Pulp Fiction Short Stories