where emotions belong

I hate my memory and everything i can't forget/remember. Seems like the further back I try to push a memory into my brain, the more it unexpectedly comes back to haunt my thoughts. And no matter how hard i try to remember the beautiful, the further back into my head i have to dig only to find blurry, shattered pieces of what was once so good. I cant remember a thing about the first time i knew i loved you. But I remember every vivid detail of the moment i decided i hated you. I'm bitter on the inside - mostly because i'm selfish.

i'm selfish because the only things i choose to remember - are the times you let me hurt.