Sunday, January 22, 2012

The unknown.

I can't even pin point the feeling I get when I recollect.
It's not anger, or anxiousness. It's more like...embarrassment.

Not an embarrassment of the memory,an embarrassment of looking back at it.
Almost like inside I feel like, I'm too good to look back.

Maybe I am.
I should really stick to that, it makes erasing memories less awkward.

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