Same, as we say.
Whose story is sadder? A woman who dares not to say what she feels? Or the woman, who knows saying won't be much difference in her pathetic life? Both. Right? But they have a huge difference in them. One is scared of losing the control she had over her life, but the other has no control over it.
Living is never hard, there is no button to shut our breath, or stop our heart. Neither can stop aging. What makes it hard is the pain and sadness added to it, every second of every day. But what makes that pain worse, is when you have no one to share it with, but just you and the woman in your mind. She is dark. She had no face, she didn’t cry, but she was just angry. No one sees her. What’s amusing is to now find out how long it will take for this nut to c***k.
~ It was when
