Been going through old photos the last couple days...
It's like picking scab off a healing wound, then rubbing salt into it, then pouring alcohol onto it, then taking a pen and jabbing at it just for kicks.
Why do I do this to myself? I don't know.
I guess I'm trying to remind myself of the pain... lest I ever forget how it felt.
Is it healthy? Probably not.
What's closer to the truth? "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"? Or "一朝被蛇咬, 十年怕井繩"?
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