For six months, I've been thinking about my life constantly, but I remember so little.
I'm 28 years old. Why don't I remember much?
It's been so long since I remembered anything—the names of teachers, bullies, even my friends.
But I do remember some things, some beautiful, some meaningless.
I had free time, so I remembered my empty life.
Ice cream in winter.
A walk with my mom before bed.
The swing in front of the house that broke my arm.
School, which seemed so long.
My stupid friends.
I didn't know any smart friends because I didn't like smart people.
Gloomy Michael, who despised everyone.
My mom, who snitched on Michael.
School without friends.
Beating every day.
Lower grades.
A sad mom.
Higher grades.
A happy mom.
School is over.
A happy life is coming.
Cuts
Beautiful blood
Cuts
Beautiful life
A mother cries when I enter the hospital.
My doctor, who said I'll be fine with the medication.
Therapy sessions.
Ridiculous groups.
Medications.
Medications.
Visits.
My mother cries again.
My mother leaves and tells me she'll come back.
Going Home
University
Happy College Life
A Bad Date
A Painful Breakup
A Cheating Girlfriend
Moving Out on My Own
A Job at a Restaurant
A Bossy Boss
A Good Salary
A Good Life
A Good University
Foolish Friends Again
A Better Life Without Cuts
Long Classes
Pointless Jobs
Graduation
Michael
Finally
Someone Interesting Came Back
Michael Left
I'm Going Back to the Fools friends
Life is Boring
Blood
Not mine
Entering a Darkness Different From My Own
Day One
Day Two
He Disappeared
I Want to Look for Him
No
I Want Him to Look for Me
Why Doesn't He Look for Me? Has He Forgotten Me? Don't forget me
I'm bored
A closed room, a forgotten person
I drown in my darkness
I return to my scattered pieces
Michael's long wait
I'm bored, a closed room
Scattered fragments of my life
Damn, I'm bored
Cut