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The darkest hours.


I was just wondering about the time in high school and how some of them were my darkest hours.

Then, I realized that I almost forgotten how my darkest hours felt.

And it's scary to know that I have somewhat forgotten these dark lonely moments felt.

I vowed to myself, years ago, that I will always remember so that I will always know that darkness do exist and that it lurks in all of us.

But I have almost forgotten these storms and how I survived them.

And it makes me sad.

But what makes me even more sad is that, I have no records of these dark moments. So, if I continue to forget these moments, I will have nothing in writing to remind me of these moments.

My blog wasn't created yet when I was going through this periods.

My diary was abandoned during this period.

I didn't like talking or speaking about this period.

So sadly, I will have no records of this period.

A very important period of my life that showed me that I was survivor and at the same time, a victim.

So yea.

I can only pray that I will never forget these moments ever.

Comments

Happy "Sam" said…
Thank you a lot ~
Welcome that i can said !!
hehe ~

All people also got fell down....
Sad ...

Got a dairy or blog,
is easy to us review back and remaid ourself.

^_^
Don't worry .... miss already.
New challager you can record it down in blog !!
^_^
文儀 said…
Actually if we can forget some dark things in our past, it may means that our life now is good.

But if there is times we recall that, perhaps it is because our life go down to the cliff again.

When we struggle to get better, the memories in the past come back, it only varies in term of its degree of clarity.

Anyway, we are the survivor. We have to be.

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