the more things change...
I remember a time when I was talking to my mama. I was complaining about our small town and about how I was too big for it. I couldn't wait to get out of there and as soon as I did I would never look back
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so, im sitting here... trying to write... but i cant... because i just keep remembering.
and i dont want to remember. i dont want those memories getting me down all over again. not in 2007.
but it's so hard to not acknowledge the memories when they come to you. sometimes, they blind-side you. before you know what's happening, you're having a "misty-water-colored-mehhhhhmories" moment, and all you wanna do is shoot yourself in the leg... so that your physical pain can overwhelm your emotional pain for a little while.
but in the very end, i end up sitting there, remembering. wishing that i didnt. because, then, it'd be easier to just... be.
but, for now, i'll continue to remember. because life isn't THAT easy.
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