Page 342: Im Hurt, Much

Im hurt.
Much.

 Because I need to talk to someone.
But I cant find any. 

Because you are so busy with your world.
You forget that you are my world. 

Because everything else is so important.
It hurt me to the core.

 Because excuses is the only thing that you can give.
You forget you give me thousands of them.
Excuses will always be excuses.
Excuses is not apology.
But thousands of apology eventually become excuses.

 Because I dont have any other choices.
I make up my mind. That enough is enough.

Enjoy your life.
Im not there to entertain you anymore.
You deserved to be out of my life.
And I deserve better.

Im hurt.
Much.

Page 339: "The wound is still there"

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."