I just can’t get out of the past. Even though most of my life has been a ball of unhappiness... I just cannot get out of the past. Maybe it’s because it’s rare I remember stuff these days. Like, honestly. I’d have been date-texting someone or whatever and we’d stop and I’d forget. Or just people in general making friends with them or whatever I’d forget.
Just goes to show I have major fibro-brain. But like I can remember the past so intensely I pine for it. I mean. I know I shouldn’t. And I wish I didn’t but I do.
