I've Made My Bed and I Sleep Lika a Baby with No Regrets

“Forgive sounds good

Forget?  I’m not sure I could

They say time heals everything, but I’m not waiting.
I’m through with doubt

There’s nothing left for me to figure out

I’ve paid a price

And I’ll keep paying. “

Today’s topic is forgiveness. 

I can understand people who choose to let by gones be by gones, and give people second chances (I’m not one of those people but I can understand it)  But there is a dangerously thin line between being forgiving and being a doormat. 

As established, I’m a bitch. I don’t give apologies and I don’t accept them.  If you hurt me in any way shape of form, whether it was intentional or not, you still hurt me.  You can’t take it back, and saying “I’m sorry” isn’t going to magically make it all better.

Now I have personally been fucked over numerous times in my life, but I’m not a saint, I know I’ve

done my share of fucking people over as well.  But at least I own my shit.  At least I don’t walk around pretending to be the victim all the time and blaming all my misfortunes on everybody else.   

I feel like if you forgive someone more than once for the same bad behavior than you are enabling them to do it again.  And they will.  If you reward someone’s bad actions with forgiveness, then what have they learned?   What has been accomplished? 

Forgiveness may be an amazing quality to have, but I don’t have it.  And guess what? I’m not missing out.

“I’m not ready to make nice

I’m not ready to back down

I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round

It’s too late to make it right

I probably wouldn’t if I could

I’m mad as hell can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should”

-B.S