Memories. You can't forget them. There always there. Always haunting you. You spend countless hours torturing yourself over them. Over how you could have changed things, how differently you would have acted, things you regret, things you love, things you don't have anymore, things you always wanted but never got. But I would never give them up. Not for anything. Despite how agonizing or achingly beautiful they are mine and mine alone. The are the sum total of everything I have been and everything I am. They are both part of me and all of me. The question is, who am I?
A friend of mine once told me that revisiting your memories could help you find yourself. To sit down and really remember, to even write it down as you sort through that muddle in your mind. I was lost, I am lost. What have I got to loose, if I truly want to find my self. The following are my memories, starting from my early childhood to the current time.