  So tired of hiding. From what? Did I need to be hidden in the first place? No. Then why did I? I'm tired of the fakeness of it all.
Nothing seems real. Are they all fake? Who knows? &nbsp; Memories. I need memories. In order to forget the old ones, I must have new ones to overlay the old.
Something to make me forget. Better memories to replace the ones...that I love so much... Sadly, this is the way it must be. I've mourned my past long enough. I have to start again. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sick. 
