Something weird about me
I can easily move on from things. The pictures I took that always get deleted after, me and my friends are happily hanging out? they were deleted, pictures of my pet? deleted immediately after I send them to the family gc.
Our pet that died? I only cried for 5 minutes before moving on with my life, the friend that I left because he was too unhealthy? I moved on within an hour. It was as if the memories we shared together were nothing but a past to forget.
I do hate that I can easily forget and move on with my life, I just wish that I can actually keep those pictures of me and my friends, I wish that I cried for hours to our pet cat that died, I wish my heart ached when I left my friend.
My brain just automatically says that everything in the past will remain in the past and shall not be remembered. Maybe that was the reason why I hate nostalgia the most.