Haha. You have given me a laugh. A huge laugh if nothing else. Hats off to you for the humour.

She was perfect in every single way a young man could desire. It wasn't lust. It was love. Undying. Eternal. Hated but loved. Loved but hated. However not meant to be. Not meant to be. Much better off without it. Too much blame and not enough unity. Because you can only love as much as another does you. If they don't for whatever their reasons there is only blame, and lust, and an ignorant need. That's why there's often no love, meaninglessly it's an infatuation becoming another emotion, a belonging desire to use and be fullfilled. A word used when it wants. It wants what nobody else can give. Or it finds happiness when it needs.

You cannot uproot memory, it forever haunts. It reminisces. It plays itself over and over when you dream. You can block memories, until they remember everything they've forgot.

The only memory I cannot remember is that night, that incident. What exactly happened in that crash. Wiped out blind. Erased. I have tried under hypnosis.

My memories go as far back as 1 years old, they shouldn't but they do. Hazey, blurred, but specifics, as far back as a toddler taking its first steps. Almost every occurrence since 6 years old with crystal clear clarity apart from a few minor details such as names of associations, and the exact date of their occurence, or the street address, and what I ate for dinner. But dreamily times of emotion like anger, or joy. For example the horses on the farm, before 3 years old wanting to pet, feed, and ride. I can see them now that memory and others then. Like crying loudly as a baby in my cot. At 3 years old we moved to another country. I can remember it. Events in it. First time I touch a computer, at 3. An earthquake. My best friend then. Etc.

Haha. You have given me a laugh. A huge laugh if nothing else. Hats off to you for the humour.

She was perfect in every single way a young man could desire. It wasn't lust. It was love. Undying. Eternal. Hated but loved. Loved but hated. However not meant to be. Not meant to be. Much better off without it. Too much blame and not enough unity. Because you can only love as much as another does you. If they don't for whatever their reasons there is only blame, and lust, and an ignorant need. That's why there's often no love, meaninglessly it's an infatuation becoming another emotion, a belonging desire to use and be fullfilled. A word used when it wants. It wants what nobody else can give. Or it finds happiness when it needs.

You cannot uproot memory, it forever haunts. It reminisces. It plays itself over and over when you dream. You can block memories, until they remember everything they've forgot.

The only memory I cannot remember is that night, that incident. What exactly happened in that crash. Wiped out blind. Erased. I have tried under hypnosis.

My memories go as far back as 1 years old, they shouldn't but they do. Hazey, blurred, but specifics, as far back as a toddler taking its first steps. Almost every occurrence since 6 years old with crystal clear clarity apart from a few minor details such as names of associations, and the exact date of their occurence, or the street address, and what I ate for dinner. But dreamily times of emotion like anger, or joy. For example the horses on the farm, before 3 years old wanting to pet, feed, and ride. I can see them now that memory and others then. Like crying loudly as baby in my cot. At 3 years old we moved to another country. I can remember it. Events in it. First time I touch a computer, at 3. An earthquake. My best friend then. Etc.

Haha. You have given me a laugh. A huge laugh if nothing else. Hats off to you for the humour.

She was perfect in every single way a young man could desire. It wasn't lust. It was love. Undying. Eternal. Hated but loved. Loved but hated. However not meant to be. Not meant to be. Much better off without it. Too much blame and not enough unity. Because you can only love as much as another does you. If they don't for whatever their reasons there is only blame, and lust, and an ignorant need. That's why there's often no love, meaninglessly it's an infatuation becoming another emotion, a belonging desire to use and be fullfilled. A word used when it wants. It wants what nobody else can give. Or it finds happiness when it needs

You cannot uproot memory, it forever haunts. It reminisces. It plays itself over and over when you dream. You can block memories, until they remember everything they've forgot.

The only memory I cannot remember is that night, that incident. What exactly happened in that crash. Wiped out blind. Erased. I have tried under hypnosis.

My memories go as far back as 1 years old, they shouldn't but they do. Hazey, blurred, but specifics, as far back as a toddler taking its first steps. Almost every occurrence since 6 years old with crystal clear clarity apart from a few minor details such as names of associations, and the exact date of their occurence, or the street address, and what I ate for dinner. But dreamily times of emotion like anger, or joy. For example the horses on the farm, before 3 years old wanting to pet, feed, and ride. I can see them now that memory and others then. Like crying loudly as baby in my cot. At 3 years old we moved to another country. I can remember it. Events in it. First time I touch a computer, at 3. An earthquake. My best friend then. Etc.

Haha. You have given me a laugh. A huge laugh if nothing else. Hats off to you for the humour.

She was perfect in every single way a young man could desire. It wasn't lust. It was love. Undying. Eternal. Hated but loved. Loved but hated. However not meant to be. Not meant to be. Much better off without it. Too much blame and not enough unity. Because you can only love as much as another does you. If they don't for whatever their reasons there is only blame, and lust, and an ignorant need. That's why there's often no love, meaninglessly it's an infatuation becoming another emotion, a belonging desire to use and be fullfilled.

You cannot uproot memory, it forever haunts. It reminisces. It plays itself over and over when you dream. You can block memories, until they remember everything they've forgot.

The only memory I cannot remember is that night, that incident. What exactly happened in that crash. Wiped out blind. Erased. I have tried under hypnosis.

My memories go as far back as 1 years old, they shouldn't but they do. Hazey, blurred, but specifics, as far back as a toddler taking its first steps. Almost every occurrence since 6 years old with crystal clear clarity apart from a few minor details such as names of associations, and the exact date of their occurence, or the street address, and what I ate for dinner. But dreamily times of emotion like anger, or joy. For example the horses on the farm, before 3 years old wanting to pet, feed, and ride. I can see them now that memory and others then. Like crying loudly as baby in my cot. At 3 years old we moved to another country. I can remember it. Events in it. First time I touch a computer, at 3. An earthquake. My best friend then. Etc.

Haha. You have given me a laugh. A huge laugh if nothing else. Hats off to you for the humour.

She was perfect in every single way a young man could desire. It wasn't lust. It was love. Undying. Eternal. Hated but loved. Loved but hated. However not meant to be. Not meant to be. Much better off without it. Too much blame and not enough unity. Because you can only love as much as another does you. If they don't for whatever their reasons there is only blame, and lust, and an ignorant need. That's why there's often no love, meaninglessly it's an infatuation becoming another emotion, a belonging desire to use and be fullfilled.

You cannot uproot memory, it forever haunts. It reminisces. It plays itself over and over when you dream. You can block memories, until they remember everything they've forgot.

The only memory I cannot remember is that night, that incident. What happened. Wiped out blind. My memories go as far back as 1 years old, they shouldn't but they do. Hazey, blurred, but specifics, as far back as a toddler taking its first steps. Almost every occurrence since 6 years old with crystal clear clarity apart from a few minor details such as names of associations, and the exact date of their occurence, or the street address, and what I ate for dinner. But dreamily times of emotion like anger, or joy. For example the horses on the farm, before 3 years old wanting to pet, feed, and ride. I can see them now that memory and others then. Like crying loudly as baby in my cot. At 3 years old we moved to another country. I can remember it. Events in it. First time I touch a computer, at 3. An earthquake. My best friend then. Etc.