I have this strange feeling of wanting to burn all my journals and create a new one. Which I think would signify my desire to forget what has happened in the past and start creating new memories. I have been let down by a lot of people, most especially myself, and i would want to dismiss from my mind everything that contributes to my madness.
I want to write again. To jot down the memories I make so I will never forget them. But my hands doesn’t seem to want the same thing. It’s as if they are tired of the same bullshit I always write about.