Moving on

We move on.
Because we are always getting older.

We move back.
Because there's always a set of habits & routines to catch us
& suck us back in when our guards are down.

I saw e cuts on her wrist, all e way until it ended at e elbow. The wounds suggested that it happened afew days back & she said it wouldnt happen again, I hope too. What really happened? I only had a vague idea about it & she should have talked to someone rather than take it out on herself? I feel sad for her. What does it really takes to push someone to e limits, to this extend?

It doesnt help, does it?