gabriellesarah

Ever since I was little, I cherished the concept of a memory.   I was taught that things are forgotten if you let yourself forget. Blocking out the bad only makes you forget what your real feelings were at the time. Good is good, but bad is also good. When I started losing time, growing older, forgetting the past, I made sure to hold on to as much as I could. I held on to the day my mother promised me she would never get a divorce, I held on to the time my father cried at the steering wheel with me because she left him, I held on to the time where all I wanted to do was kill myself.   But I also remember the good.  I remember swimming wit