a certified illusion

i actually hate dealing with the past, whether my own or of others.

maybe because i'm jealous, or maybe afraid, in a way that i'm certain that people of the past are way better than who i am, they hold this part of the people i know, which i can never replace. I can, really, handle it most of the time, when i hear stories about them, it's just like hearing a friend speak of his hatreds, but as the story-telling becomes a usual practice, would it be wrong if i say it does hurt sometimes?

lost for words dude, just tears. i just hate those moments when, i just hate it. no need to elaborate on it, just undestand me please. thanks.