I am a part of memories. The memories other people have of me. My parents, friends, sister.
I am not a memory. I am still here, still me, still creating new memories of myself in other peoples minds.
I am not a memory!
Maybe if I keep saying it I will believe it.
they never talk to me.they never even notice me.when i had surgery,they did not come.my oldest brother i have not seen in six years.but,he lives four blocks away.if i go,his fiance will meet me and say he is not home.if i call,he will not answer.they never give it a second...