It really is.
Here I am, trying to watch a bit of Grease before dozing off, but no.
Everything rushes back.
Everything. From the beginning to the end.
Dear heart,
Just stop.
You're driving me crazy.
Dear brain,
Stop bringing these memories back.
They hurt to remember.
No matter how many times I tell myself to get over this, at the randomest moments it'll all come to mind. With whatever I do- always in the back of my mind.
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