why does that person and everything related to them have to be burned in me forever? i wish I could just forget them. I wish I couldn’t feel anything when memories come back. is this called being spiteful? i don’t think so. it’s like thinking the air is so clear and taking a big breath only to suddenly choke on unseen poison. How can you tell something painful to leave you alone? I thought I already accepted how things were, I thought I detached enough to preserve myself. in this lonely place, nothing and no one should be able to hurt me. I want these memories gone, I want any fragments of those feelings gone too.










