Day 2,Losing myself
I've never been the best at remembering things, to most that seems normal.
To me, I can't remember any memories of my past. I can feel it getting worse everyday.
I can go from remembering something a week ago to barely remembering yesterday.
My mum thinks my brain is putting up walls to protect me from certain memory. She's probably right.
There is a lot of things I'm glad to have forgotten, but that doesn't mean the wounds have gone too.
People think I'm lying whenever I tell them I have no memories. I don't try to explain it to anyone, I see no point.
Maybe one day I'll actually believe them and supposedly stop "lying".
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