Memories..
The things that keep us alive, remind us what we're made of and everything we've learned but most of all.. who we r e a l l y are. Think about it.. without memories we don't know who we are, who are around us, what's really special to us, what we've learned, what's wrong and what's right, we don't know who we are i n s i d e.. without memories.. we don't exist...
That's how I've been feeling lately. I keep my memories in places, music, scences, people. And they're being taken away from me. My kindergarten - renovated, my first school - taken away and built into a new one, my neighbourhood - constantly rebuilt, my new school - renovated, my old class - scattered around town, twice.. my new class - falling apart and some of them leaving, my countryside farm - old, falling apart and even the animals are gone, my boyfriend - we broke up, my friends - not getting along anymore and last but not least.. my family - parents broke up recently.
So.. how am I supposed to feel now when about a year and a half ago my life seemed perfect?
I don't even know who I am anymore, I don't know what I like, what's important to me or what I should do with this little fragile life I call mine.
