Letting Go

I’ve always been one to hold on to things; old memories, the past and every word you’ve said. Sometimes holding onto the past can be a good thing because through all of those moments in your life, you’ve probably had good times too, right? If that’s so, then why is it every time I look back I only remeber the bad things. Why can’t I remember the good times. Come to think of it, those times were all a blur, but all those times you hurt me and called me names, those are the times I remember. Most people say that’s why not many people like me. But that’s what I don’t understand. I mean, feel free to go ahead and hate me but at least have a reason. Are you really mad because I can remember the things you said about me; to my face and behind my back? You always tell me to move on and let go of the past, but how can I let go what haunts me?