Don't you hate it when, after days, weeks, months, years of thinking that you've left the past behind, thinking that you've started over, thinking that things are better, when all that comes and bites you right in the ass. Don't you feel like turning around and slapping that thing...that small, tiny thing which triggered your memory. I've always learned that those who forget their past are condemned to repeat it. So I try my hardest to remember, to never let go. Yet there's always one little detail i've forgetton. One tiny memory which was still buried deep inside my mind. And that memory comes back. Only this time, its not in your head. This time, that long lost memory becomes reality. You're forced to live it out again. And once that happens, everything gets repeated. And that thing you learned...to never forget, that becomes a lie. Because no matter how hard you try, the past is always repeated. Everything becomes a lie. All that you've worked so hard for. All that you believed in. It all breaks and your left with a simple truth: there is and never was any point in trying.
So, for all you people out there trying your damn hardest to start over and make things good, give up. When life hands you lemons, accept the fact that your life is going to be sour until you get some bloody sweet strawberries.