ugh, my memory.
something I wish would just calm down. I hardly remember anything about my past. of course I remember who I am and my passions and friends and family an my faith.. but details. it’s what builds a person. the expirences that mold you into the person you are today. I can’t just choose to remember things.. sit down, and bring up memories from the past. all of them turn out to be reasent though. instead, they come randomly and hit me like bullets. I’d like to think I’m a regretless person, lives too short to have regrets type of thing.. and it would be awesome to be abl to think that way 100% . but old memories come back, and it seems like some random other person did that. or even worse.. good times, with people I used to call my bestfriends.