Memoirs
I find myself looking back at the past a lot. Thinking. Wondering. How could I have avoided all of this pain? Why would someone who loved you so dearly hurt you in such an appalling, dreadful way? These are all thoughts that consume and procreate terrible days. The type of day where you lose your mind, you feel crazy, you feel as if that should have never happened to you. Time. Time heals. Time helps to realize that you are capable of moving on and letting go of that distressing feeling. In the long range this is what makes you YOU. If it weren’t for those junctures in your life you wouldn’t be the person that you are now. You wouldn’t be as strong as you are now. You wouldn’t have this perspective of life. We all go through things, we all experience heinous events in our life. Everything happens for a purpose, we learn, we move on and try to attract better vibes, putting up walls against negative vibes. Memories.
- Author: jazmin1oredo ( Offline)
- Published: May 9th, 2018 20:42
- Category: Sad
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