This year I've learned that memories can play on repeat like a broken record, even memories you wish never happened when you're all alone in the dark and you cannot stop thinking about them

And I also have learned that I sometimes wish I had selective memory to wipe some of those moments away; out of sight, out of mind.

But I don't get that option, and so I'm stuck here with the dark only to comfort my tears and as I'm left crawling in this empty space all I can think about is how I cannot be too loud because they might hear me and how can I explain myself when it's midnight and all I can think about is a moment that happened over two months ago?