Funny What you forget about
12/21/2014 02:59 p.m.
You know it is funny what you forget about. Forget about on purpose, forget by accident, forget from pain; the mind is such a strange place. I am not sure what really lives or who really lives in my mind. I find things written on scraps of paper tucked in forgotten places and I do not remember writing them. I look at them and I think...Was this really me? Is that my handwriting? I wonder is it possible that through the course of life are there a whole slew of mes? And yes I just pluralized me and I don't care. If we change are we a whole new person, a completely different version of who we used to be, and in exactly what basement, dungeon, closet is the old me locked? Is she screaming to get out? Or is she just sleeping and when she awakens will there be hell to pay? I have a feeling this may be the case with some of us.

Today is my birthday I have been here for more than half of what my life expectancy is and I still don't know exactly who I am. I like it that way though.
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to Fake English Accents