I hate my memory. I really do.
I remember things I don't want to, or even need to for that matter.
Every little shameful, embarrassing, humiliating moment.
Guilt. Regret. Denial. Doubt. Worthlessness. Distance.
Every single feeling of it.
I remember them all.
Even worse, I can't seem to remember the things I need to most.
Important things. Like schoolwork.
Unless schoolwork starts to destroy me from the inside out, eating and chipping away at my mental defenses, I may never be able to remember everything that I need to.
Because, memories may fade. But scars last forever.
