Why is it on the days that the headaches are better that the flashbacks are worse?
Do I subconciously feel the need to punish myself further?
Or am I just cycling through memories?
And there just aren’t enough good ones to outweigh the bad?
I don’t know.
The good ones, as I’ve said, are harder anyway.
Because how could you.
How. Could. You.
I don’t understand how the same people did these things. It seems like they shouldn’t have.
And I keep looking for answers I’ll never find.
Laughs and Lobotomies 