And I can feel this afternoon slide......

Goddamn is it spring already, again? It feels like so much has happened in nearly a year, and I myself feel like I have progressed so much from that point, I can't even begin to relive it all. F*cking hell. Wow.

Its strange how the little things go first: the dates, the firsts, the faces. I almost feel sad thinking about all of the memories I've lost by now. It might be sad, but I'm certain it's for the best that I not work to recover them. You're a buried memory now, and as time goes by, I am able to remember less and less.

The past is beautiful, because it is not. And that's the way I see life, for now anyway.