January 8th, 2015
Dear Diary,
I have chosen a pretty good name for myself. Well, atleast I think it's good. Rayn. I really like that name instead of Merissa.
Anyways, today I met with the older woman again. She told me a story of how when I was little, and I went sledding with the little girl. Nothing worked.
My brain is still blank, and it scares me a little to know that I forgot everything. What happend to make me like this?
I'm too scared to even ask.
Love,
Rayn
