People change, memories don't.
I live inside of my memories. The days where the only thing that mattered was when the quarterback of the football team was finally going to notice me. The days where I'd sneak out of the house to go to a stupid party. The days I'd throw a fit because my little brother wouldn't leave me alone. The days where the littlest things where the biggest things.
The world has a strange way of showing its love for us. It throws things at us we would never see coming. Maybe its just a punishment for taking everything we have for granted. It gets tired of our bullshit, so it decides to throw something our way to see if we can handle something that's actually worth crying for.
Once it throws it at us we change the way we are. we change. And so does everyone around us. Nothings the same ever again. It challenges us to see exactly what we can handle. And sometimes the challenge is too hard, and sometimes its not enough. It breaks us down until we are nothing, and there is nothing left. Makes us do things we would have never had done. It shapes us into something different.
That's why we need the memories. They help remind us of a time when everything was ok. A time when it didn't seem like the world was against us. They help keep a part of us in tack. They make sure we don't lose ourselves completely. They give us hope that one day things could get better one day, but without that hope we would be nothing.
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