Today I laid out the clothes I'm going to be taking with me to college. I went through all my clothes in my closet and uncovered some things I haven't seen in a while. Some clothes I've grown out of and some never really fit. Some clothes I can't believe I kept this long and others I am still keeping because of their sentimental value.
While in my closet I uncovered something that once hung in my room. It's something that hasn't hung there in around nine months. It's a memory of sorts that had been hidden away and seemingly forgotten about. Today I remembered it.
It didn't remind me of anything good. Sadly, I could only think of three horrible memories. I sat in my room, but not alone though. I was sitting there anew. I wasn't sad like I very well could have been from seeing such a sight. I'm sure I gave a somber look when I pulled out that memory. But as quickly as I pulled it out, I shattered it.
I don't need to remember that anymore. I won't forget though, how could I? I guess I don't need a reminder of it is really what I'm getting at. I don't need reminded of something I won't forget. It's not a good memory but it's a memory. I'm making new ones everyday.
Recently they've been amazing memories. I've had some of my best days this past week.
I'm really happy.
NP: Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional
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