This post is made to confirm that “nice guys finish last”. This post is to tear open the wounds of the old, the new, and all the pain everyone’s had in the last 24 hours or so, gripping you at night as you hug yourself to sleep. The grip is a soft one, a soft, teasing grip that would send any person to his knees and manifests itself as daggers, daggers of memories, memories of everything you knew now about the past and the future that hurts. This is for everything that you fought for crumbling down in a card castle despite keeping everything still for the last who knows how long. This goes out to the exact moments when something happens and the first question that objective onlookers would say “Isn’t that unfair to you?” and you reply “Geez, I’d never thought of that”. This is for all the gestures, or any of the gestures, that you have made in the last decade, not being appreciated, not being valued, not being taken seriously, I just wanna tell you that you have been freaking awesome and that there is no need to feel bad; You just have to remember that no matter how bleak the present looks, tomorrow’s a better day.
Keep fighting guys, keep fighting. I will be here supporting you guys all the way. Hurt only lasts temporarily, but genuine support lasts a lifetime.
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