Pang.

Some pain you just can't keep silent about. Some hurt you need to blurt out and discuss, and some hurt you cannot discuss without stirring more pain but in others, breaking a peace that you have only started building. Some problems you just can't think through, you just don't know where to start with, you just don't know how to create a logic about. Some pain and hurt and problems you just can't let go, ironically, no matter how you let them out. It's so hard to open the fist when you cannot see who will catch and how. It's so hard to give in when it's so hard to admit things, when there's a thought that maybe you're not wrong. Maybe you're not that wrong. Maybe you're not the only one who's wrong. Maybe you need to say sorry, but maybe you need to hear it first. Maybe you're not as bad as they say you are. Maybe you're just caught in your circumstances. Maybe you just have no choice. No one ever gives you a break.

At the end of the day, though, if everybody else is wrong, if the right things are so much harder to choose because the whole world is giving you a hard time, what's the point? Does that really give you any excuse? Maybe you know the answer.