::cella:: scribblings.

I keep finding myself back here, time and time again, typing out one or two sentences, a few lines, then shaking my head at the shallowness, the inimportantness of it, deleting it away, and staring at an empty screen.

I do have a lot to say - but things I don’t really want to say here. Things I don’t want to say anywhere, anymore, but typed time and again on a computer screen, never to be saved. Erased from memory.

I wished you had cherished our relationship more when we were together. Maybe then u wldn’t have acted the ways u did. Did it never occur to u that all your actions would someday have a consequence? Or did u think I wld just keep accepting your apologies, letting it go and running back to u for more?

Perhaps this really is my limit. Because this time I’m sure, I’ve stopped crying, I’ve stopped looking back.

My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
- Psalm 62:1-2