My social life tells me to forget what happened and move on. However, it is never quite that simple.

I feel like my past has been a great teacher.

A woman who fills the shoes of the greatest philosophers.

I can't help but be scared. I cannot help it.

I try to let it go, but I just can't.

The sun is setting. I think I'll go watch it float on by.

Funny how we accept some things to come and go. I guess it is because we know the sun will always rise again.

We should know that there is always a chance. Always a hope. Always a time.

I don't know if any of this makes any sense, but it does to me.

I'm ready for the coast. It should be a wondrous and much needed vacation

i am damaged at best-- as you have already figured out.

i am not a whole person; I have tiny bits of myself strewn all across this world.

And that's okay.

I like to think the things I have lost have added some meaning to someone else.

i dwell. I have memories. I'm the way I'm supposed to be.

I was made to remember.

However, i was not made. I am a process.

Made things have a finiteness to them, and i do not.

I hope to never be finished.

i hope to keep being damaged-- because I would rather be damaged than damage.

This is my flaw.