I miss my best friend. I've forgotten almost everything that happened to him, I barely even remember being six years old. But the memories just keep rushing back. What does it mean? What REALLY happened to Georgie that rainy day?
I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.