day 254

This is gearing up to be a bleak sunday.
Day 21: a picture of something you wish you could forget.
Sometimes I wish I could forget all the beyond amazing times because then the rest of my life would be comparatively less bleak. But, If I have the ability to forget things, wouldnt it make more sense to only remember those awesome experiences, so life is always great?
In the end, I dont think I want to forget anything, because each memory I have makes up a little piece of who I am, and to remove that would make me a different person.