I'm not sure what I'm thinking my mind is a big mess! little bits and pieces of memories everywhere. I'm slowly sorting out and putting the back together. i need your help though. and you promised you'd help. but then i think you got bored.you through the box across the room and said "you know what? i quit!" it was horrible cleaning it by myself sorting through old memories and putting them into albums. then one day you showed up again but all you said was "ha ha your stuck here doing this by yourself!" it was the worst thing anybody has ever done to me. i thought i was never gonna heal, but now, you really do wanna help. but I'm so scared to open the door for you...wonder why that is?
