September, 1949

05:10am

I've never felt so alone.

Or at least I don't think I have ever felt this alone before. I remember having a family. I only wish I could remember their faces. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't feel so lonely.

I see my mother in my blurred memories, but as soon as the picture grows clearer, she's gone. Writing these bits and pieces of my memories only helps in the slightest; I'll have forgotten about writing this by the time they're putting me back in Cryo.

I'll have forgotten everything by the time they're done with me. I always forget; they make sure that I always forget.