some days i wake up and don’t remember how i got here. not physically in my bed but to this particular place in my life as if i had been on autopilot and am just snapping out of it trying to piece together every single occurence and feeling that lead me here.
sometimes i remember things from my past as if they had happened to someone else. as if i’m recalling a story a friend told me.
i am trying to make my memories mine again.