The Memory

I really hate how hard it is to forget something. I might forget it for a little while but then the memory of it comes rushing back without warning and every effort I made to forget it is gone. I wish  I could have a new brain or get amnesia to forget people, moments, and things. It's not even the bad memories that hurt me, it's the good ones. They're the ones that make me miss someone. The ones that I look back on and realize how much has changed. The bad memories happen and then their over with and it doesn't bother me that much to look back at them because I learn from them. It's especially hard when everywhere you go reminds you of that thing you're trying so desperately hard to forget. I've never been good at moving on. I always give in and instead of forgetting that person I forget the reason I wanted to forget them in the first place. That's a lot of forgetting in one sentence. Well either way, that was my main internal struggle for the day if anyone cares. I feel better now :)