Futility.

Everything is different, and yet the outcome will always be the same. The course of events that played out will once again reemerge, the fates are the same. They always will be.

The easy option is tempting, so tempting to the point of causing us physical pain because that of which we desire can be ours, even if only for a short while.

The weak teeter on the edge, ready to let go and fall into the same self repeating history. The simple thought of “it might be different” seems to be enough to make bad decisions a thousand time over.

Understanding and acceptance.

These words are meant to make a corse of action justified, all because we should understand. When used is such a way they’re nothing more than words used by people who want you to agree with their actions, even if they themselves know they’re wrong.

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over time it’s this, people will always do what they want. No matter the cost.

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