How fast a year can go by...wow
Just one year ago, I remember everything. I remember car rides home making sence of things.
So perfectly I remember the melting snow and ice hanging from street signs chirstmas morning.
I'm losing a fight against the memory game. I cant... I dont want to let go. I don't care if they are real or not. I just thank God they showed up at all. These black periods are just part of my illness. My memories are all I have left. In them everythings always darker, emptier, and simpler. What am I saying? I have the courage to have them. Two-thirty in the morning... this sucks.