People tell me I’m crazy, I especially tell that to myself.

I realised today, that when we get out of school, half the people who we were friends with, are probably never going to remember your name. They’re never going to remember the funny times we shared together, or the bad times we went through or the fights, but in the long run, it’s not even going to matter.

Sometimes I find that I can’t remember what happened 10 minutes before, and it scares me. It scares me like a horror movie late at night, like the gore of someone’s decapitated head, although watching someone get their heads chopped off is kind of funny. I mean, did you see the Vampire Diaries episode where Alistair swipes his hand at Trevor and Trevor’s head flies half way across the room? THAT was funny, but still not the point.

Now this is a short Journal, and my first, but as time goes on, I’m sure they will get longer.