I thought things were supposed to get better with time. Aren’t only the good memories supposed to be left behind?
Yet today I only find myself wishing none of it had ever happened. Thanks to yesterday I went down the rabbit hole again, only to find that I’d only an overbearing sense of sadness (and/or frustration) everywhere I looked.
It shocks me to realize how much the events of a month can stain all of the months before; the freshest memories in my mind are the worst, the better ones not to be found.
This isn’t and wasn’t supposed to happen, right..? Read an article a few days back; thought it made sense. Have to dig it back out again aha; no idea where it was from.
I have to find something to do soon; if my mind stays idle this way, it’ll only get worse.