Day 4418

Peace. That's what my day started out as. What my life started out as. Simple and plain:peace. But not anymore. Not even close.

I don't know what day it happened, or started. Where, who, how...and most of all why. I don't know anything about it, or didn't. Part of me wants to shine light on that dark corner in my mind and know what it is that is making me miserable. But the other part of me wants to lock it up in a drawer and throw the key into the unknown. I guess it's up to fate to decide which part of me wins.

I guess it starts out with my horrible memory. The one that can't seem to be real. It surrounds me with terror and pain, like no one else can have. I live day by day not knowing what's going on around me, or even caring. My life is a blank book, it's plain white pages being flipped one by one. One. By. One.