Memories...
It's a souvenir, something in the past, it may be good or bad memory, and something that will be part of our life forever.
It is also created when someone left us. There are some that we keep on getting off in our mind but we can't.
I'm so fed up with everything so I decided to breathe. I thought leaving would make it all better, would make me forget him.
I went to a far place to find solitude. But it became too much. The pain is killing me little by little. I became so used at being lonely and came into the point that I don't know how to be happy again.
My world is peaceful. But when he entered, it became complicated.
I love collecting memories and placing it in a jar but when he broke my heart, for the first time in my life
I now hate memories and the guys.
I lose myself and I don't know how to get back, or if there's a chance that I could go back again.
