I actually had thoughts of updating my stories. 

But fate nor god just aren't letting me move on, 

Let me heal my wounds, 

Let me ing breathe. 

Today was the 46th day since my dad passed away, and now my maternal grandmother has left me too. It wasn't even two months and so many dear souls are leaving my side. 

This includes my beautiful peach sulli too. 

Life really just seems beyond unfair that when it gives me one happy moment I am being bombarded with a million devastating ones. 

Evil exists in so many forms, be it hate comments or inefficient medicines. 

We can mourn in so many different forms as so I've learnt all this while, there is no use hating on the ruined evils or debating on them. It's not going to bring them back to life anyway. 

We can only hope the souls we've lost, the souls who've turned into beautiful shining stars looking above us find their happiness and peace in the place they are on. 

But one thing I'll never forgive in the gods I had prayer, believed and hoped. The severed heart they left in me through their actions. 

It pains me to see all these swirl around and swallow all the optimism I've ever tried to hold onto for my life, now the pessimism has engulfed way beyond repair. 

I do not know when this will heal or will it ever. 

The only answer I could ever depend onto is time.