Letter to the Old

A "letter" to help move on. To seek certainty that what is just... is and there's nothing that can be done. That things are as they are and we should live without having to think how the past will affect the future. It shouldn't matter. We all made choice,s now we should live up to them. I write this to say goodbye and hope you understand why we need to part ways. We were, but understand we cannot be any longer. All written is an opinion. It's not absolute truth, just my opinion. And at this point, nothing can be done to change that opinion. There should be no resentment, only acceptance.

Letter to the Old

Forgetting is useless when the past haunts you with the possibility of re occurrence. So i must write away the truth so logic can blissfully redeem what i believe so true. I find myself counting days for a new encounter that i erased and you seem wrongly right in ideals you so conveniently created to your hypocritical benefit. Words you throw at others without a true understanding of anything i thought i taught you. You distorted all words and only build up a hate towards (what you've always failed to understand) what i loved. My criticism towards a decadent society come from my love, my need to see them grow further. Emerge from all the bits of negativity i pin on each and every one. You wish wrong to all. You'd deny ruling for you find they do not deserve it. You'd rather erase them all and start all over with your irresponsible and ruthless guidance. But the mirror should have told you, you are not fit to judge. No one is. But that word follows you like the heavy frown you carry around. Judgemental and pessimistic lies that you justify with seemingly contradictive (for those without the proper insight) words you easily distort. And you cannot realize your own faults. For the lack of realization of where you were flawed and the impossibility of being told such (like when we so many times criticized the same in others) is what brought my pending decision to a certainty. You are no longer, we are no longer to be acquainted. The hipster, or pseudo-intellectual, we always criticized has grown to a point where it shrouds your understanding of the truth. That there is none. That one should accept one and all. We can say anything we want as long as we think of bettering ourselves and one another instead of rejecting and judging what we aren't fit to. Darkness grows. My arrogance comes from defending myself from others misguided actions. Yours comes from hate. And hate alone, for not accepting what is. I denied you not because of your cowardly fists that run from truth. For i do not care for injuries. Even ones caused from stupidity and denial to hear your place, your wrongs. But from the negligence to own up to that runaway punch and the idiotic need you found to create such an event. I no longer believe in growing with people. I believe only in distance and second intentions. For even at great cost and effort to me, all those who created meaning have abused that same meaning in some way. And the one who was taken in under my roof as a brother is the one who cannot face the fact of his faults and though he (you) say you do, your actions, your words to the air say otherwise. Hypocrisies of the never loved. Of he who rejects the present which was given through our past. I help your present, you destroyed our present. I choose now only to get along. And choose those who allow. Simply allow, without judgement and misperception. Who look for enjoyment and won't create irregular nights and days so often with unjustified violence and misdemeanors towards all those who come with me to where i go. And apologize without intention of keeping ones actions as a one time mistake. Who chose to repeat to exhaustion drunken disruption. And i got exhausted. Exhausted of being the only responsible one. Exhausted of making sure everyone got along. Exhausted of making sure everyone was happy when in return i got nothing but hate and hypocrisy repeated insistently until the doors of Spain. And there, once again, i, after i long ceased to care for you, followed my own wishes without guilt, and you just proved me right once again with childish egocentric behaviour. Not seeing things as they are because it just didn't please you to. Nobody understood and even the ball that would so easily role down mountains with anyone, concur one minute with you. Finding disruptive, irrational and primitive behaviour in the actions that never truly saw repent from the causer. You. So i write to tell you i left the past. For there, i only find sorrow, contempt and judgement. I write to tell you that i chose not to leave you but to only be around things that can actually make me, me. Why be around someone who seeks pleasure in your downfall and proving you wrong? You did what we'd criticized Many to do so often. I look not for people, but for those who care. You no longer did. So you see, my choice, was truly yours.

nccuco