no memories
Like this is something new, but as usual, it's not. Just like how it was more than a decade ago, I do not remember anything remotely memorable for the past eight years. Eight years of working for somebody, for something that does not define me. But then again, I have no definition. How am I able to describe myself when I do not know where to begin, or to end? I wake up each day, churning out a mindless workload to satisfy a need for presence, for a mean to an end. I end each day, feeling like I have done nothing. I go through online profiles, of past faces, of present lives, vision blurring, like it's a lost limb, trying to find a semblance of my past self. But I do not, and I'm not surprised. Why should I when there is nothing to look forward to?
Merely surprised that I'm still here, alive. That has got to mean something, right? Right.