Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Forgetting

I think, in part, I have voluntarily forgotten my teenage years.
Being reminded of it somehow brings a cutting pain I cannot put words to.
The grief associated with it is too sharp and too lasting.
Honestly, I am very sorry.
Sorry to the people I've hurt once, twice, or continuously.
Think I was too confused and had an uncontrollable angst that I myself didn't understand.
Over the years I learnt to control this angst, hoping that it will wither away.
I feel that it is disappearing, somewhat into my past but the tragedy in it is that it brings my memories with it.
I want to apologise, I want to say sorry, but honestly I cannot remember.