jpaigeh
I wish I hadn't painted over the art I had made on my walls. It's a sad symbol of how I tried to cover up who I really was to fit in with what was considered normal. I miss my swirls of expression. I miss the red wall of anger I painted after my friends death and I miss my purple wall that symbolized my dreamlike state of unbelief...
To be able to remember is often a gift taken advantage of. But lately the last thing I want is to be able to remember. Remembering all of those memories I will never be able to relive again brings me more pain than knowing I will never be able to not remember you, ever.