Life goes on. You get hurt and then you get better. And so do the ones you hurt. And life goes on for them as well. You wish to be alone and then you are lonely. The cycle repeats itself. On and on until the time someone tells you, you are dying. Or you just die. My best friends brother, my cousin, is dying of cancer. Damn, we have to enjoy life while we can, why is that so easy to forget???
Thanks for calling me a jealous bitch though.