"I was never really good at forgetting people. Or memories even. Some might say it was a good thing. That good memory is intellectually rewarding. But mentally, it's not. Forgetting meant pushing away from the past. And that was something I've never entirely been good at. I often told myself, that the past is what it is, and I wouldn't be who I am today because of it. But each part of me constantly reminisces the horrors that bought me to where I am. I don't remember them for the good things that they might have brought, but rather the taunting echoes they eagerly enchanted. I've never really believed that forgetting means you entirely move on. I've never really believed that removing certain things from the back of your mind was possible. It's true that we forget certain things sometimes, but forgetting my past meant burying it deep within, where it would be planted amongst seeded nightmares and would give birth to reborn memories which would become impossible to misplace. So I guess, we don't always forget. We just bury those memories, until they are reborn."