Thoughts of The Night

I've said before,
I don't care anymore.

I mean, it's none of my business.
I mean, I've grown. I'm unique.
And thus I deserve better.

There's nothing worth to think back.

But bad memories keep on flushing in.
I have lots to say, to laugh about myself.
Ignorant, stupid, foolish, impractical.

I need to step up.
Just like what I've told others to put it away, put it down.

I'm stronger than I can imagine.

That's the difference.
You're way too weak, too small, too insignificant.
You'll see, I'm amazing and I'll shine.
I promise to myself.

Memories?
How intangible they are. 
Guess they simply don't exist, just like fantasies.