The past doesn't just disappear. It finds sweet refuge in your mind especially when it's all cozily bottled up. It can stand in your way and become your monster. Break that bottle. Let the content run out. Expose it. Let it wash over you, yeah it all happened. Breathe and walk out of it's dark corners. It is only then that you'll be free. Otherwise, hold on to it like a stupid drunk and watch your past replay like your favorite song.