Forever stuck in the vault which will never come out, my past in the dust that is covered on the books. So many books I had open throughout the years, are now closed. Locked away in a vault where no one has access to, library in the vault that will never see the light of day. I see my life as book with a library. At this point you can call my life a dictionary for each topic I have written about. With so many genres and moods to choose from. You would be stuck in the vault for years. This is how I classify each interaction and what I experience throughout each year. This is how I define each year and why some years are more special compared to others. Now do you understand why I am organized. I can’t stand a mess, each thing has a certain place. Each book was part of my survival guide and how I survived each year. I love reading and staying up to date of what is going on in the world. I love puzzles and doing equations, I always have to be doing something. I can never stay still. Many would say I had an easy life or I make everything look easy. I worked on my weakness and I kept working on where I wanted to be in life. With writing many say there are certain languages you should use and you shouldn’t use because it won’t be classy. Another label to put on many people, when actually use certain words get the point across. It also shows emotion and what the reader needs to know. I may get lost, but I will eventually find my way back home to open the vault.

The ones from your past will show back up, but it won’t be what you think. Don’t you get the clue that I have nothing to do with you? You hurt me once, I won’t let you hurt me twice. These type of individuals only come back around to hurt you or play you. I am not giving you a second chance. It’s not my problem that you showed your other side. Life is a bitch but I still love her. I’m done being nice, I’m doing apologizing. I don’t care anymore. I hate her, but love her life is when you still love your life, but certain things will never be the same. Certain things will have to go as well. I’m tired being authentic and doing one hundred percent to only get used, taken advantage of or told it’s not enough. You won’t change me, I’m not sorry you don’t like me, not my problem. Like I said a million times many from your past will show up again, but it’s not what you think. They only came back to hurt you again. A cheater will always be a cheater like something who didn’t learn from their mistakes from the first time. They will continue to repeat the cycle. Do it for hell of it was knowing you never cared and still don’t. It will always be about you. Either feeding your ego or not letting go of the past. Grow the hell up, but I know that won’t happened. A narcissist will always be stuck in their ways. The bed you created will be the bed you will have to sleep in. Someone who keeps showing up, when you don’t want to see them. It shows they regret what they did to you. I don’t care that’s something you will have to life with. You chose to break my confidentiality to the world. Not only you broke my trust, but it happened twice. You can keep showing up like nothing ever happened or you feel sorry. That’s a you problem, I moved on with my life. You no longer exist in my life and you can’t stand the cold shoulder. If you can’t dish it and live with the consequences of each action, then don’t it. It is really that simple, but something so simple does become complicated apparently.