perhaps this could be said for anyone. but i have so many quiet little sadnesses and pains inside me that i have no choice but to endure and live with every single day. there isn’t anything i can do about it and it is not for lack of trying. i can’t forget my memories nor my dreams, and sometimes they swirl together and i cannot distinguish one from the other. then i’m really in trouble. it is a sort of agony. the closest way i can describe it is that it feels like being haunted