I’ve read somewhere that people hold on to good memories while trying to forget the bad ones. Yeah, I didn’t have to read that to arrive at such realization. It’s a given. It’s not as if you can buy memory to replace the bad ones you have, nor upgrade it like you would do on your PCs.
I don’t enjoy reading my own journal entries although I insist on keeping one lately. I didn’t use to write diaries when I was living with my parents, who, at any time, can be expected to rummage through my stuff. To be fair, they honestly think such actions are within their right, and I no longer fault them for that. That’s when I realized that I have become an adult. Albeit one who needs to make better use of her own memories.
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