Thursday
Dear Journal,
I wonder why anyone'd want anyone else's memories. It's not like memories are just something someone else can trade and gain, it's a real fluid thing that can hurt sometimes. Most of the time.
Most of my memories don't really make sense to me, anyway. Not the most important ones. So, I don't know why someone else'd want them more. I'd like to keep my memories, though, because I can't imagine knowing less than I do know.
Anyway, if I can't make sense of them, why could someone else? It'd just confuse 'em more, I think...
I guess I'd rather be confused than have holes in where I was yesterday or what I was thinking when my grandmother died.
I guess...
Anyway, I found a place to live. And God, I feel sick...
I wonder why anyone'd want anyone else's memories. It's not like memories are just something someone else can trade and gain, it's a real fluid thing that can hurt sometimes. Most of the time.
Most of my memories don't really make sense to me, anyway. Not the most important ones. So, I don't know why someone else'd want them more. I'd like to keep my memories, though, because I can't imagine knowing less than I do know.
Anyway, if I can't make sense of them, why could someone else? It'd just confuse 'em more, I think...
I guess I'd rather be confused than have holes in where I was yesterday or what I was thinking when my grandmother died.
I guess...
Anyway, I found a place to live.

Yeah. I'd rather not do the memory thing.
Though in some cases... it's better than home.
Just creepy and weirdso I really can't say anything.I'm sorry, I should've introduced myself. My name's Naoto.
No problem. I'm Rose.
You do look kind of familiar...And I'm twenty-six, I just look young.
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[ooc Sorry for repost ♥]
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I'm not stupid I just type that way.
I never said you where dumb.