Oh no! EMO alert: J's feeling poetic again.....
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Why hold on to the pain,
Of the scars that run so deep?
Why hold on to memories of happiness,
That was never yours to keep?
I don't want it,
Not even a bit.
I don't need it,
To haunt me in my sleep.
I am tired of this sorrow,
I am tired of the tears.
So tomorrow, and all the days after,
Please. Don't come near.
I don't believe in miracles.
This is reality.
This is life.
Leave my heart alone.
I need to forget.
I am ok.
And no, it's not especially dedicated to you know who.
Just felt like throwing some corny lines together that sort of rhyme.
Oh, and on another note:
It's so scary! I think that there really is something very very wrong with my brain/ long term memory functions....
Well, just tonight I met up with a couple of friends from primary school (how quickly 15 years have passed!). It was so fun - chatting and catching up..... and then I got pretty freaked out when I realised how little I remember of our good ol' school days....
It's unnerving when everyone's reminiscing over people and events, laughing, exclaiming, guffawing.... and I don't remember a thing.
Not a THING.
And then what freaked me out even more was that when I stopped to really think about it: There's very little of my childhood and primary school days that I can remember.
The side effects of excessive alcohol.
Or maybe I had something so terrible happen to me that I blocked out my childhood completely???
I think it's just age catching up with me too quickly...
(Or could be that time in high school that I fell backwards and hit my head on an iron bar?)
It's not necessarily a bad thing to have a bad memory anyway, is it?
For example, you can't be sad over something you can't remember, right?
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