Memory

Is it because I want to remember or because I want to forget? What got me where I am today? And what am I still looking for? On the one hand, it all lines up perfectly; on the other hand, nothing makes sense anymore. Then again, I've probably only said, or at least thought, this several times a day for the past week if not more.

I don't even know what to say. The past and the present have blended together, mixed infinitely, and here I am in the middle of it all. Alright, I'll admit it...at this point, I'm just writing for the sake of writing, because I'm making myself continue writing every single day. Lately I just haven't had that much that I've very much desired to say here.

I guess I've had enough thoughts in my head, have remembered enough random memories, but it doesn't really make much of a difference as far as what I write goes. I don't know that there's anything worth saying. And now I've quite literally turned this into a rant to fill up the space. One of these days I really need to sit down and write a damn good post...but today is not that day. Sorry.