Reading Ayu...

I switched off all my memories from the day Mama passed to the day Papa passed. All 12 years. I remember fractions of it. It’s like I moved it into another compartment in the memory, locked the door and threw away the key. I don’t know why I do it. I guess I get tired just reminiscing the family I once had, the what if’s, the regrets. It’s tiring, you know? It is not only the memories of my parents, it’s also of my friends, school, etc. I lock them away. Everyday was some kind of a battle for me. To go to school, to deal with emotions, to keep things to myself. I was so lonely. Those years were lonely.