February 10th
It happened. Am I remembering it or am I just remembering myself remembering it? I almost cherish not knowing why or how, but I still seek an explanation. Something's happenned. Over and over. Outside of our own control or desires. The pieces that are missing, are they gone with good reason? I would like to be honest about all of this because I know what is right and what is wrong. What would I be, where it not for my confessions? Doubts. Dreams. And my logic. Repetition. Empty holes. Truth. And lies. I am memory.