A Memory Fading Into Gray.

Lately all thing have been coming out to haunt me. My past is nothing but gone. I believe it will be here forever more. I know it will be, however, I must grow from it. I', sure that I have already done so but more in the sense where it won't hurt me anymore. Mostly, I am just sore. I despise having to be perfect all the fucking time. Honestly, if I were to go to school dressed the way I feel, people would avoid me. nobody would talk to me but they would all give me death glares. This empty pang inside of me is eating me alive. Slowly of fast i"m sure I do not know but it is. Soon I will waste away to nothing and be no more that a memory. A wisp of thought. You won't think twice about the way you treated me, and quite obviously, I won't be able to hurt after this.