Crying won't bring anyone or anything back
Look: to you, they are dead. Be happy, for they live still to others
Over-dramatics keep you from progress, like they make..
Somewhere, perhaps, there is a milestone still for you to reach
Endure the uncertainty, and, if you are blessed, it will be worth it, somehow, someday..
Perhaps I need to completely banish the past from my head. I think it is coming to a point where that is the only feasible thing to do.. Yet look at me! I am the queen of sentimentality! I am more liable to smile at an old, dead, forgotten, small, joyful occurrence than an even larger one I may be currently undergoing. I cry more over tragedies from a year to two years ago than current hurts. I keep diaries and journals that document my life in a way that only I could appreciate. I write poetry about memories. I talk about things long past (because I have nothing to fill the hole they leave with). I dream and I write and I wonder- all about the past. I love the past. But everything, and I mean everything, is in it, and it's bombarding me with all sorts of useless wishes about things that will never be.