Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
—Mumford & sons
With regret I’m willing to bet and say the older you get it gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work, the first cut is the deepest but the rest still flipping hurt.
You build your heart of plastic, get cynical and sarcastic and end up in the corner on your own.