Broken Promise
A very close friend, Hilary, as I had boarded the train to leave Japan for good, said, "Try to stop being so bitter, and be happy, not for me, not for the team, but for yourself."
Her eyes had seemed so pleading that I couldn't refuse to agree, I never could to her. I wonder if she knows that today is the seventh death anniversary of that promise.
In these past seven years I've turned into a quintessence of acrimony, an epitome of bitterness, yet when I go to bed each night and am reminded of the trusting look she gave me, when I made that promise, that as if in spite of everything, she believed that I would stay true to my words, I am actually impelled to do so; to try and fulfill the promise I had made.
But my inner bitterness in amalgamation with the hostility of this world has turned into a poison so bitter, that as it courses through my veins, it seems to be gradually and painfully eating me away. To try and aim for redemption seems not viable, and so I resign myself to my bitterness and relish the pain it inflicts upon me.
Okay, so I wrote this a while ago, and though I wasn't intending on posting this a while ago. I felt rather pissed, so I decided to put it up.
Oh, and Dead-by-n0w, this isn't the one I told you about, the one for which I sent you the quote. :P
R and R... please.
12:35 a.m. 18th December, 2011