If you haven’t noticed, there is a bit of a theme going on here which I like to call “My Life”. And right now, you can probably guess I am going through something delicate, and if you can’t guess that you need better observation skills.
Obviously something didn’t work out for me. And worse part of all, I wasn’t the reason it didn’t work out. But it doesn’t really matter why it didn’t work out, the fact of the matter is it didn’t.
Before I walked into this situation, a very good friend of mine told me to watch out for myself and make sure I didn’t get hurt. Well I tried, but I still came out hurting and very sad.
Saying “I told you so” does not change what happened. In fact, it just makes you look like a jerk and me feel even worse. And just because you don’t say the exact words “I told you so” doesn’t mean you aren’t saying it. So many people told me to not have expectations, but I did. I couldn’t help it. And now they want to say I told you so. Yeah, you did tell me and I didn’t listen. That’s not going to change now.
When things like this don’t work out, people always want to tell me to give it a little time. Don’t close the door just yet.
I’m sorry, I am closing the door. I am hurt, I’m not keeping the door open. It’s cold outside.
People then like to say “but what if the situation changes.” Well, there is a handle on the other side of the door. Other people are capable of opening doors even though I close them.
The last part of when things don’t work out is people telling you to not be sad. To just brush it off.
If I could ask the universe for just one wish at this time, just one. I must have one backdated birthday wish or seen a shooting star without wishing,
I just want 24 hours to mourn. 24 hours to lick my wounds. Usually it doesn’t take that long, but I still want it. Just 24 hours to feel sorry for myself and mope.
I am closing the door until further notice, but I won’t lock it.