Funny how things keep coming back, or never really go away. Spend so much time trying to get away from something just to have it come back all at once as if it was never gone.
It's not that I don't want to remember, that's not it at all. It's just that I spent so long keeping things buried that I don't know how else to deal with it. Keeping it buried isn't going to work anymore and I'm not so sure that I want it to anymore anyway. I'm still on a rather long road of learning who I am again and keeping feelings in check just isn't a good way of doing that.
No matter what comes of it I need to explore everything I'm feeling, even if in the end it doesn't matter to anyone but me.
Yes, I know that was a little vague, and it will probably only make sense to one person other than myself but this is my world you're just visiting. So :P