i'd erase my memories every night. put a new invention to my temple and click. erase that day's insecurities. erase all the doubts. erase all the headaches, all the catty remarks i've said. erase me. so every morning i could start from scratch.
but i still have remainders. post it notes stuck all over myself. the memories would flood back and i'd sink against the wall, wanting my skin to soak into the wall, into the floor.
these memories are mocking me. i'm trying so hard to be beautiful but i don't see how i can. this skin is not beautiful, all scarred up. the best i can ever do is look like a twisted and half wilted daisy, growing in a crack in the pavement, just waiting to be crushed.
5:46 a.m. - 2005-08-03
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