dear the strip of good diary,
it isn't enough that i choose not to remember, it's that i cant forget. someday, maybe one day ,those memories will die and no longer exist and i wont have to hide from them anymore. i do still hide sometimes when i have to. true, those times have become less and less, but they still come and when they do, i become sad and angry and withdrawn and usually i sleep for about 77 hours and then take a shower and try and resume my happy little sorry excuse for a life. but with each cycle i become stronger, because i feel more retarded than ever and i laugh my ass off as if i'd just woken up from some fantastic coma, and i am not at all kidding, i am accountable for what's happened. i laugh and then i'll crave a green river.
it isn't enough that i choose not to remember, it's that i cant forget. someday, maybe one day ,those memories will die and no longer exist and i wont have to hide from them anymore. i do still hide sometimes when i have to. true, those times have become less and less, but they still come and when they do, i become sad and angry and withdrawn and usually i sleep for about 77 hours and then take a shower and try and resume my happy little sorry excuse for a life. but with each cycle i become stronger, because i feel more retarded than ever and i laugh my ass off as if i'd just woken up from some fantastic coma, and i am not at all kidding, i am accountable for what's happened. i laugh and then i'll crave a green river.
