...To quote Fletcher Reid.
I am so TIRED of having memory loss. I just spent six minutes trying to remember a four-minute song. It eventually did come to me...and then I forgot it again! And now, finally, I have found it. It's not the one I've been searching for for two years, but it's still awesome. By the same band, too. At least, I think Rammstein did that missing music. Who knows, I might have even made up the tune myself!
This one time...way back in grade school...I looked up at my teacher and asked her what my name was. I had no idea. When she told me, I made a face and said, "Really?" That is one day I can never forget. I've tried, but only the bad stuff stick with me. The important things slip away so easily. Whenever I'm filling out forms at the hospital or whatever, I always had to ask my mom what our address was, or what our phone number was, or which street we lived on. I know for a fact I wouldn't last long on my own; and that is frightening, because my mom's boyfriend has been hinting about marriage, saying things like "That's worth a diamond ring!" (Ignorant ass, trying to place a value on the actions someone does from the goodness of her heart...placing a price on what she means to him.) And this really stings: My brother told me I could always live with him, and then my mother told me he said he would never live with me if he and I were left alone. That really hurts. I kind of thought maybe he would be there for me. I mean, I always knew I was a burden...but all this time they denied it when I said it, and now...
I'm sorry. This is getting dramatic, and I hate that B.S. I've strayed so far off topic, even Sheldon Cooper would get lost! No. No, he wouldn't. I envy that man. Love that man. How come all the good guys are fictional? Raj, Leonard, Sheldon. Maybe I need to find myself a nerd.
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