March 7, 2004
Been thinking lately. I have memories, see. Memories of beautiful things and memories of painful things… My memories. Yup. It's been fifteen years… and I already have so many things I'm holding on to. People… places… Times… A lot of these will never happen again, and exist only in my memories… I fear to think about what will happen when I'm old. Think about all the memories, all the passions, emotions, joy, bitterness… all the feelings I'd have. Memories of now, even. But memories hurt… they make me remember and long. I want to forever remember the way things are.