I don't know what the source of my sadness is, so I pick up a notebook and write down the memories that make my heart knot.
I keep forgetting these memories that make me uncomfortable
But it becomes more and more empty and inexplicable
I'm panicking. I'd rather remember the memory that stung me forever than cry for no reason.
Maybe it's the little things that sting me.
Or maybe, it's because I really can't remember the reason why I'm sad.
Just think of it as a memory diary.
Intention: I want to remember
