sometimes it’s really REALLY difficult to forget.
does a scar really stay forever, or does it mend in time to come? is time really the best remedy?
if you accept it then why do you still bring it up? why do people forgive yet still bring up the past? why am i those kind of people?
constantly driving myself insane. being paranoid about every possible thing. jumping to conclusions that doesn’t even make sense. that is me.
honestly, i’m not that forgiving and i don’t want to forgive either. i’m not a saint and i don’t wish to be.
erasing all the bad memories but it feels so endless. i still end up finding stuff to remind me of the past that i don’t wish to recall.
maybe if i care less i’ll feel better. but if i do, what’s the point of this constant persistence to continue?
memories is what makes a person, so if i try to forget, does that mean i’m not myself?
i hate the way i am, but this is me undeniably, so i’ll never change it. ever.
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