I cannot wait for spring quarter (and I love the composition of this photo).All day, I've just been thinking about how much I want and need a fresh start. If I could just cut out certain parts of my memory and consciousness, I would be perfectly happy. So why is it that we can't select what we remember? It's not even that I only want to remember the good stuff. I only want to remember certain good stuff in bright vivid detail. And I guess it's sort of selfish to want to edit out certain people from your memory, but when you feel that they have the ability to do it to you, it sort of feels necessary. And then when you realize that you can't do that, you feel sort of defeated. O, vagueness, how many apostrophes I could write to thee.
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