Of All the Things I’ve Lost…
… I miss my mind the most.
The other day, my father asked me what PS2 games I had in my bedroom. Because he bought a PS3, I got all of his leftovers, and, well, I’m not complaining. So, I went upstairs and opened my cabinet. There were all the games I remembered, but…
Hold it! When did I buy Resident Evil 4? I didn’t. So, why was it in my cabinet?
Later on, I decided to go through the word files stored on my external hard drive. I really had no purpose for doing so; I was just curious to read my old works. I went through a dozen files, and, yep, I remembered writing all of them, except…
Hold it! When did I write this brilliant little story? I don’t remember working on it, but it’s written in my style and has my favorite character name (Gideon, if you wondered). So, why can’t I remember it?
This has been happening all week, and I’m a little alarmed. Can you get Alzheimer’s at 20? *scratches head*
P.S. - New layout!
Loony
You’re starting to sound like me with your forgetfulness. I can’t remember shit. Speaking of stories, what happened to the one you were working on not that long ago, I want the ending dammit!
