how ironic is it that most of the time, people remember so many things but they can’t even remember the things that they’re supposed to remember.
things that are meant to be forgotten keeps on ringing in your head that it’s like tattooing itself in your brain so that no matter where you are, whatever you do, its there hangin’ around hounding you like a hungry predator.
but when it comes to things worth remembering, like let’s say, uhm, class lessons? the situation turns upside down. you become the wolf hounding that particular memory and that memory is just too swift to be caught.
why is life full of so many crap like this? why???
