June 7th: Moving day

Yup, moving day, you read that right. I don't really know what to expect at all.

I tell you what I don't expect. My memories…

I just can't imagine anything good coming out of me going to his weirdo, psych house.

But! I am totally okay if they do! It would be great not to trip over my words every time someone asks me if I remember them… I just- I can't think of it happening.

You know how sometimes you can imagine things happening? Like maybe someone taking a trip to a place that they have never been, or someone buying a new car? Well. It's like that, but with this you can't imagine it happening. I can't imagine a world where Clint Barton exists.

… Maybe I'm just missing something, but why do I get the feeling that no one would miss me if I would leave.