For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again,
and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a
wound hurts. Yes, healing takes so much work; so much
persistence; and so much patience. But every process has an end
and an appointed term. Your healing will come… And like
all created things, your worldly pain will
die.
You hate yourself so much and you’re
so confused that you’re not sure whether you should be mad
at yourself or at the world that asks you to fit into it when it
should be telling you to fit into
yourself.