Memories...that I don't have.

[hippiegolucky]

I've been looking through a bunch of facebook friends' high school pictures, and it hit me again that I just didn't really matter to these people. Maybe a tear or two at my funeral, but really, I just didn't matter. No maliciousness--they just didn't care. And as time passes, I see that they still get together, and they still communicate, but no one thinks to say anything to me. Because I've been completely forgotten. I guess I just wasn't capable of being interesting enough.

This is one of the reasons I'm seeking a new therapist.

Oh, and on top of all this, Keegan wants to talk to me this week. I will, of course, but I'm pretty damn anxious about the concept.