memories.

You know how they say as you live you forget the things that don't matter. Like I can't remember what I ate for breakfast the day before my 3rd birthday because it didn't matter. The sad thing is I can't remeber things that matter to me now, things I want to know. Like what if I end up marrying one of the guys I know now and I can't remeber how we met. What if someone I know dies and I can't remember what the last thing they said to me was. I am so scared of forgetting sometimes I forget to live and I just watch and soak it all in.

I remeber all the bad stuff. Like the time I prank phone called someone and it hurt their feelings, and when I hid as someone i didn't want to hang out with rang my doorbell.

I am scared that by forgetting the good things and remembering the bad I am losing who I am or in other words the good part of me.

I guess I am having another somewhat identity crisis.

help me!