heal the wound

Well, I tried. I thought it might work...even be momentous. But, alas. Life was just...life.

I went to see my former Professor/MIT supervisor, his new wife and their 51 week-old daughter a couple of weeks ago. I had visions of some kind of release or epiphany, but I was hoping for too much. I'm the only one still haunted by my past. I'm sure Ms. M. never thinks of me at all, or all she cost me. MIT as an institution had no problem lying to me and I dropped off their radar the day they blackmailed me into resigning.

Heal the wound and leave the scar? I'm still bleeding, and it seems it's never going to stop.

It will be four years next month.

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