I'll post what I'm thinking or things that I've remembered in here. Yes, it'll be like a diary at times but there are things that I need to get off my chest. Especially if it's something I've remembered.
I found a sketch that Steve did the other day... I don't know how I still have it but it's just something that I see as very special.
Since finding it, I've kept it close to me... Thing is, it looks unfinished. I don't care. It's still of my little punk from Brooklyn.
I still see him. Whenever I try and sleep. He mixes in with the nightmares I get. It gives me hope that... Maybe one day... I'll be normal again and maybe, just maybe, myself and him can go back to the way we used to be.
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Steve, if ever you find this entry, I remember you. I remember those newspapers you'd wear in your shoes. I remember Sarah. I remember the fights you got into, the struggles we faced just to get food on the table each night. I want to have that back someday. When I trust my mind enough.
There's a lot I still don't remember. I'm sorry for that. But having this picture with me helps. A lot. Honestly? It makes me feel protected and safe. I wish I could trust myself enough to be near you. I miss you. A lot. You're my punk.
But if you do find this. Why are you looking in my diary? How did you find it? Though knowing me, I've left this open somewhere and you found it. But that scenario would be if we're living together. See? I'm not ruling it out.
