"I wish I could go back and relive my childhood because then maybe I'd remember some of the good things.
I can't remember anything below my parents divorce and my violent mother, it's funny because all these people around me can remember their childhood but the only thing I could tell you about was my mother.
I've been thinking recently, all these people I try to get rid of and get out of my life make up most of my memories.
I'm trying my hardest to make these memories less painful but that's all I can feel when I think back to these memories is pain.
So I'm trying to write myself new ones with the people I want in my life but even they know stuff about their childhood.
It makes me think that I'm missing a whole other part of me that I'll never get to meet.
So while everyone else is reminiscing, I'm just silently suffering.
They all have these funny stories they could tell you but I can't remember anything before I was nine.
It hurts, it's almost like amnesia but it's not. I can feel this physical wall in my head that won't allow me to remember anything.
Even the memories I can remember are fuzzy. Talking about my childhood either makes uncomfortable or upset.
Childhood just isn't something I remember having, even after all these years. This is what my childhood was, or lack thereof."
-L
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A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
