we can only leave the past so far behind.
there are still things that make me want to throw up. and people that i can't let go of long enough to hate.
i hate winter because it makes me nostalgic. the way things feel. the way things smell. the crispness of the past lingering on our hearts.
forgetting might just feel better than forgiving.
don't ask if you don't want to know.
8 hours ago