~Chapter One~

It was like you were standing still and watching the memories made, press forward in high speed and when it all ends, you are just stuck, picking up the pieces from those memories. You try to forget the bad ones; you distract yourself from the bad with the good but, no matter how hard you try to forget you never will. The bad memories have no filter, there's no escaping them, there this void in your life reminding you that this could happen again or it will be worse next time. Because every time I looked back on my bad memories they got worse, they progressed into where I am now. Alone.