I really wanted to talk about what it was like having no memory and how long I've been forgetting for and my last memories, but I kinda punked out. I've never really felt embarrassed about talking about me being sick, in fact its always felt more like talking about someone ELSE, rather than me, because I have no...personal memories of it really. It kind of hit me that I actually haven't remembered thing for like...9 months and suddenly that seemed like a very long time. Like an era. Like a whole lifetime. And in a way it is. Its a lifetime that I'll never get to live again. Its my life but it will never really be my life, in the way I remember the rest of my world. Does that make sense at all? Or is this just the drugs ranting?
This part of me shall never truly be mine: it won't be until I can remember these times.