i don't remember anymore and i don't want to. your sick, twisted memories are being covered. Their being buried under bushels of happiness running off of some one elses current. One that makes me happy and blissfull. One that make me admiring and strong. No longer do I need those dull memories that brought me to this day, to this conclusion that I have come to several different times. That I don't need you. And that I'm alright, I was always alright, I just didn't want to be left in the dark like another past time that has kept me up several times. I love you, I hate you, & so many more things that remain unsaid in the middle of it all. Even intoxicated goosebumps still crawl up my skin when I think of you and what you did and how guilty I feel for doing it to him. I understand now, I do, and I forgive you.