How I wish the past remained where it was.

I don’t understand really why such things get dragged to where you, or rather we, are now. I don’t understand why the past can’t remain faceless and nameless. I don’t understand why I’m carrying a baggage that should have never been picked up. I don’t understand why I chose to write about this. About them. About my burdens.

Si seulement c’ ├ętait si simple.

Mais ce ne est pas.