Sometimes no matter how hard a person tries to leave something behind, it always has a way of finding them again. It doesn’t matter if it’s a person, event, action, or just any memory that doesn’t quite fit with the rest, it will find you. Every once in awhile you can fool yourself into thinking you have finally gotten rid of it just in time to be greeted by it once again. That’s why people get depressed I think. The things we want to think about the least turn into a broken record and replay over and over. We need escape plans for ourselves, but no one ever told us to put that on our check list.
But then again…
I guess it doesn’t really matter what measures we take to try to escape something. Past or present. We may be able to find distractions to help, if only for a moment, but in reality we know its still there. It sits there in the back of our minds (or sometimes the front) waiting for a comment, picture, thought, or anything it can grab to remind you of the hideous scar.
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