simply journal

To me, memories are moments to relive; all the joy and all the pain in the best and the worst way I can remember.

To me, remembering these memories means to go through the same things again, just the way I remember it.

So when these memories are triggered, no matter where or when, I may suddenly burst into laughter or tears, because in that short couple of seconds, I have experienced that joy or pain once again.

Somehow, I remember more pain than joy. Maybe the reason for my terrible memory is simply self protection.

I think, maybe… my pain comes from a life long of compromises.

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