i know each of us has our own memories of the past. very few of us can share to the world exactly what had happened through the time, and feel nothing about it. it belongs to somewhere in the past and indeed will always stays that way. it is a concrete fact that very few among the very few can share the whole thing but pathetically feel like rotten tomatoes during (or after, or both) disclosing the files they've been keeping for so long under the folder of "Life as it used to be". to everyone's surprise, neither the first group of the 'very few' nor the latter i am belong to. i don't share my old days because i don't feel okay reminiscing about it. i don't think i can handle the thoughts of going back to few years back. to make this entry a little more immature, i'd like to state that i'm not ready to hear anything about someone's past from anybody even it's from a somebody.i should probably wait patiently until i have my adrenaline rush off, and i'm all ears then.
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