[Private; hackable]
Acting as counselor, I find it funny that I don't especially have anyone to be my counselor...
My memories of my childhood feel so far off now. It's very peculiar to have memories you know aren't quite your own. Any knowledge I have that they're not mine is really only something I know rationally; emotionally, it always feels like mine.
I don't really know why I'm writing about it right now. I simply think about it from time to time. It's only natural to think about your family. From beginning to the very end, I was a tool to her, but I don't say that disparagingly. No matter what, what matters to me is that I loved her. To be honest, I wish she had told me that from the beginning: that I was a tool to revive her real daughter. Things might have turned out differently then.
My memories of my childhood feel so far off now. It's very peculiar to have memories you know aren't quite your own. Any knowledge I have that they're not mine is really only something I know rationally; emotionally, it always feels like mine.
I don't really know why I'm writing about it right now. I simply think about it from time to time. It's only natural to think about your family. From beginning to the very end, I was a tool to her, but I don't say that disparagingly. No matter what, what matters to me is that I loved her. To be honest, I wish she had told me that from the beginning: that I was a tool to revive her real daughter. Things might have turned out differently then.