It has been three years.
Most parts of me have accepted reality.
Most parts of me realized that it was meant to happen.
Most parts of me believed that it wasn't my fault.
But these secret approvals are actually stabbing my back.
Apparently, there is a great deal of guilt inside.
The guilt that revolves around the fact that I am doing fine.
I should never be fine.
I should never really forgive myself.
