Oh dammit, did I really just FORGET WHAT I WAS THINKING ABOUT?
FFFFFFF AHHH.
dammit.
I just can't stand this.
I'm like some old woman with Alzheimer's, but it's worse, because I'm NOT. I'm just a young college kid, with this horrible problem, and it's HARD. It's one thing to forget most of my life. It's one thing to forget what happened yesterday. It's one thing to forget what I was thinking about hours ago. It's another thing entirely to forget what I was thinking about just moments ago, to forget my train of thought and my direction of travel and names, all the names.
I just. How do I even deal with this? If this is going to keep happening, keep getting worse..... I don't know what to do. God, I've been saying that so much over the past few months. I feel like I'm losing control of everything. I can't control my life, someone else is in charge right now, no matter how much I wish otherwise. But now even my own mind and heart are just slipping away from me. I've got all this insecurity about school, I don't know what I want anymore, where I want to go with this.
And now, above even that, my memory is getting worse. It's hard just as it is, but this most recent revelation.... It's... God, it's startlingly sad. Not pathetic, I just feel really... sad, to be losing all of this, all of my whole life. I can only live in the present, can only return to the past with just a few small memories. All the rest are gone. How long until I forget the faces, the voices, of people no longer with me? I can't remember my father's face, can't remember my opa's voice, can't hardly remember anything about my grandpa or my cousin or my great aunt. It's awful, awful, that I'm starting to forget my old friend, my brother in all but blood. Even now, I love him so much. I can remember his voice, but his face is foggy; I'm sure he now looks nothing like he did a few years ago, anyway.
And Jason. I have to look at pictures of him, and his father, and all our friends, just to remember what they looked like. Their faces don't stick anymore. Their voices are almost completely gone. But looking at pictures just brings back all the pain; I can't even decide if it's worth it anymore.
I don't want to forget everything. I don't want to have this huge void in my being, blacking out who I used to be, who I used to know, all the things I've done. But I don't really have a choice. God, it hurts to be losing all this. I don't want to forget......