April 8, 2003
I have a terrible memory, meaning I actually have a fantastic memory – but all too often my thoughts have trouble removing themselves from thinking about past incidents that can’t be changed, chasing insane shadows. I used to dwell on the past, not wanting to turn my back on former feelings, wondering if fading emotions somehow made me less human. Now I consciously avoid thinking about the past, but the voices in my head don’t let me sleep, breathing memories into my conscious mind, shadows chasing me. But I am still standing, my past behind me, human no less but more.