Forgetting
All I ever wanted was to forget. To erase what I thought was a bad memory. But even when I thought I had, something keeps reminding me why I couldn’t. Why I shouldn’t. Like there were bits and pieces of memories that emerged from somewhere buried in the back of my mind. And the more I tried to forget, the less it seemed to work.
Everything I want to do, looks so much easier in my head than it is in reality.
(Source: quentinbruhhh, via michellobabe)











