this is the end of my summer. what else is it the end of?
why am I so inclined to ask that? why are we so inclined to think that everything has to end? I am so affected by this. I am so scared of the ends of eras. even if it is definitely the best thing for me to shut a door on someone or something, I can't do it because I can't bring myself to make something the past.
I'm like that with objects, too. I can't throw something away or get rid of it if it has any memories associated. it doesn't matter if it's good or bad; if it makes me think of a memory, I keep it because I get scared I'll never remember it again.
I think I can't distance myself from people in my life because I get so terrified that everything I ever experienced with them will go away. it'll be like things never happened and we never laughed together. or we never had those conversations.
I just need to realize that sometimes things are transferred to the past because it's better off that way.
