sometimes it's better not to remember. it just is.
i find myself wishing that i didn't remember anything. about anything.
and that i wrote nothing down, because you know, yeah
and fuck the dude who said you'll look back on things with fondness.
yes, it was wonderful, and you remember very vividly that it was, and that you no longer have it.
and you're still going to read the entire journal because that's how it works.
so much of our humanity, i think, lies in the act of missing people.