The darkest hours.

I was just wondering about the time in high school and how some of them were my darkest hours.

Then, I realized that I almost forgotten how my darkest hours felt.

And it's scary to know that I have somewhat forgotten these dark lonely moments felt.

I vowed to myself, years ago, that I will always remember so that I will always know that darkness do exist and that it lurks in all of us.

But I have almost forgotten these storms and how I survived them.

And it makes me sad.

But what makes me even more sad is that, I have no records of these dark moments. So, if I continue to forget these moments, I will have nothing in writing to remind me of these moments.

My blog wasn't created yet when I was going through this periods.

My diary was abandoned during this period.

I didn't like talking or speaking about this period.

So sadly, I will have no records of this period.

A very important period of my life that showed me that I was survivor and at the same time, a victim.

So yea.

I can only pray that I will never forget these moments ever.