Memories ...
Well, here I am. This will be my diary, or at least I hope ...
Right now I'm at home, are 9:29 - I did not go to school because I was not too good, because last night I barely slept. I was studded by unpleasant dreams, most of which I'd love to erase memories from my mind.
All in all, though, perhaps the memories are made precisely to hurt.
I do remember that * always * bad: if they are beautiful, hurt because they belong to the past if they are ugly, bring to mind the pain.
So what is it for?
I could write an essay ...
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