Wiping My Memory
The memory will die now. It will die. It must die. It does not exist. It cannot happen. It is impossible. The world is cold and I must follow. No one cares about me. No single person bothers me about my life. Nobody gives an ass about me. Therefore no single individual deserves my attention and care.
She will pass my memory in peace, just as the flowers of the cherry blossom tree falling to the ground in the gentle breeze. All is quiet. Peaceful. Silent. She’s lost in my memory. To forget…to forget. Forgetting is easy but getting over it is harder. She will go. She must go. She has to go.
What is this feeling that I have? I have not felt this way in a long time. Since… 4 years ago. Why? What makes helping out in the open house feel so… good? I vaguely remember helping out because I wanted to see someone… I think. But why now?