I went through a lot of old pictures
pictures of the times before and I remember everything so vivid…so vivid that it actually hurts me to no extent…
I remember all the times I’ve failed, and I remember all the people that I “loved”. Why is it that all I can think of now is the negatives? Where in my mind would there be anything that gives me joy anymore?
I remember hurting “her”
I remember hurting “them”
I remember hurting “us”
I remember all these feelings, the regrets, the pain.
I remember wasting my time on you.
I remember wasting my money on you
Nothing.
I’m tired of living the life of memories.
forget
I just want to remember
I’m not staying inside my room because I’m lazy.
I’m staying away from the outside because I’m annoyed. BY EVERYTHING.