Four Years, One Month and Twenty Three Days

Its been four years, one month and twenty three days since it all happened. I’m still trying to cope with it all. I must say that friends, university life and work have kept my life occupied for the past few years. However that doesn’t mean that I have completely forgotten my past or how I ended up here. They say time heals old wounds, but I’m here to say that it didn’t really help me, it only made me cope and adjust to the life I have right now. I wish there was a way to erase this pool of memories that I have of my past. So much memory keeps emerging at the weirdest times. I wonder why things like these happen to people, is it just bad karma?