The past has a special way of holding on to you, even when you try to let it fade. It's like a leech ******* happiness away. You're doing well and then, one day, you remember what you used to be like. Or you remember people that you used to know. And then, you realize you know nothing about them. They could be dead. And then you start to question whether you care if they're dead or not. Then, you think of graphic ways they could die. Now comes the worst part. The self-hatred for letting your mind go there. You loathe yourself entirely for being that disgusting. You don't even know why you feel that way. But, suddenly, you remember what they did to make you feel that way. All at once, the feelings of hate, confusion, and anger come at you in a torrent of fury. You then forget how to feel anything but those emotions. The past still has you.