It’s like trying to put back together a broken plate. No matter how many times you try to glue it back together it keeps shattering, and cutting your hands. Maybe if you had someone to help you out, you could’ve done it. But no one cares about the plate anymore. Keeping the plate together is a group effort. But people move on. And they forget. But you’re too scared to forget. To abandon the plate. It used to be YOUR plate. THEIR plate. our plate. You know it’s time to move on. They did it, so why can’t you? Why do you keep cutting your hands on this plate? Maybe you’re scared to let go, cause the plate has memories.
But none of that matters, cause it’s over now.