That's the impression that I get

Not much to say really

Life goes on...I try not to break down in class and at home, though I came close to it at home today

This is the first days in a while that I haven't cut, though I did scratch a bit with a safety pin during one of my classes

As I was listening to my mp3s I came across a random memory

I was about 10 and talking to my cousin Briana, sobbing when I started singing the lines:

Never had to knock on wood

But I know someone who has

Which makes me wonder if I could

Makes me wonder If I...

Never had to knock on wood

And I'm glad I haven't yet

Cause I'm sure it isn't good

that's the impression that I get

But I can't for the life of me remember why I was crying

How come all I can remember is the sorrow? What happened to the happy memories? Where did they go? Or was I just never happy to begin with?

I really can't tell anymore...