Comfort

I've been crying so much lately, I feel like such a baby. I just feel so depressed. This guy that used to be my friend, and maybe more than a friend, ended up being a man-whore. My sister was in a car accident, and I cried even though she was ok. It just reminded me of my accident, and brought back those painful memories. The worst thing about pain is remembering it later, and carrying the memory of it with you for the rest of your life. Sometimes I wish I could get hit in the head really hard and get amnesia, so I don't have to remember the pain. That would be awesome, other than not remembering my own name. But I don't really like my name anyways..."Anne" One syllable. Suckiest name ever. My kids are going to have cool names like Audrey, Avery, Edward(named after my dad. I'm not a Twilight fanatic). Sorry I'm rambling. But I just like to let my mind drift and just type whatever comes to mind. It makes me feel better, especially when I'm all emo and depressed. Even though no one reads my posts, I find a comfort in writing, and knowing that my story is out there. Bits and pieces of myself. And even after I die, part of me will still be here. Yes, I find comfort in that.