today (just like all days last week) is supposed to be the "first day of the rest of my life". a sort of re-starting point where i bury the bad in the past and get on with myself.
instead, i'm hiding myself in memories of what used, but wasn't supposed to be.
instead, i'm listening one too many times to those tracks, looking one too many times at those pictures and telling myself "just one more photo and i'll put them in the bin after".
because if i live in my memories, they will never die. YOU will never die.