I hurt. But I don't hold grudges.
I don't change. Not really.
But people around me do and I'm not sure why love turns to hate. Interest turns to distain. Friendships fade or disappear with no explanation.
And then, sometimes, things swing back the other way and I'm left reeling, confused, not sure what made the difference.
Why do I bother trying to make things better?
Why am I the one who continually has to forgive and accept?
Why do I still hurt when I've been here so many times?
Will I ever be able to shrug my shoulders and move on?