Digging Up Bones

It's scary how insignificant a memory can become. All my life I've been trying my best to hold on, to remember but I still find myself unable to remember huge chunks of my life.

Right now, I can't remember anything about myself when I was thirteen. Not even bits and pieces of very defining events.

It feels as if I have forsaken my thirteen year old self.






"Again and again, they blend into one."







Listening to - Let the Flames Begin, Paramore.