Its so weird. Just one thing can make you feel like pulling your hair off. That one thing is your "Past". Past is that one thing which clutches on to you whether or not you want it with you or not. It just sticks on to you till you're dead. I mean even shadows leave us alone in a complete dark room. But this fuckin past... it clenches you.. and clenches you hard. You might be wondering why am i stressing so much on that damn word. The Past am referring to you is something that i probably never want to peek into. Wish i could just pull of out a USB cord from the computer plug into on my brain and erase all that shitty things from the past which i never ever want to recollect again. Alas. My brain cells won't let me do that. And even if the brain cells did let me,probably the people involved in the past won't let me do that.
Everytime.. every fuckin time..!!!
Damn you all!!!
These clutches from the past strangle your neck making you fight for every ounce of breath everytime you encounter it.
Its like a huge one eyed troll grabbing you by your collar 50 meters high up banging you on the ground every few seconds yelling "you bastard.. am your past-can't you hear me-am your past..you moron".