My truth, like always, which is tenuous and subjective, but I don't know another one.
Once again I decide not to write it, to respect... to respect the past, the people, the events.
To avoid my rage and my tears.
To focus on something else, maybe more important, maybe not.
I stay in my place.
Me ne sto al mio posto, dove sono stato messo.
And if I have to pay the price for being brave saying what I think, if I have to face the consequences of not being submitted by someone and the result of the need to say "enough", well, I'll pay it, I'll face it. I'm not afraid.
Loneliness does not scare me. Sadness does not scare me.
Yes cause We are however sad and lonely. This is our status in this world.
Once again I see how easy is to not say sorry.
Once again I see how easier is to step out (or back).
Once again I see the ignorance. Even mine, yes, why not. I know.
I could have shut the fuck up.
This is what I have to do, isn't it?
Shut the fuck up.
I'm sorry. Once again I didn't.
I answered badly to a bad provocation.
Thanks God I didn't answer with the physical violence to the physical violence.
At least the recent mistakes taught me something.
We allow people to make to us what they make.
Untill we say "enough".