I have had a lot of memories come back to me lately. Flooding my brain with things I wish I didn't remember. I'm starting to realize that these things probably can explain why I am the way I am. I wish I had a reboot button. I wish I wasn't afraid. I want to take responsibility for my life, move on, be young, be happy. I'm 23, I should own a car, drive to work, have an apartment, and be thinking about what I want out of the rest of my twenties. Instead I'm living at home, hoarding everything from the past 20 years, drinking too much, and only finding happiness in daydreams and false realities. There's a guy out there who really loves me. I want to be able to make myself happy so our future years together won't be clouded with my past. He deserves that. I deserve that. I just don't know where to start.
