Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sigh

My head feels likes an attic. The kinds that you seen on tv or in movies that are cluttered and full of old memories, that aren't really memories because you stored them up there so they would be out of the way. Every once in awhile you climb the ladder, find the one thing you're looking for and then walkaway.

I have so many memories that I want to purge. Most of them involve Knox, and more specifically some of the people there. Every anatomy exam (ps: I cheated), every handle of rum, every hurtful thing people said to me. It all just needs to be put in a box and thrown away.

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