in life, we all move on.
we all grow up and get old and move on with life.
no matter if it takes a month or two.
perhaps even a year or three.
i thought that i had moved on with the world.
that i was as much a part of it as it was a part of me.
but throughout all the trials of my short, momentary existence, i've realized one thing.
while we move on, we never forget.
because forgetting means having to live through the pain and melancholy we once felt all over again.
but these are just the ramblings of a young girl.
one who has yet to make sense of the world she's living in.
