The last few days I've been adrift in memories I think about all the things that I've done, the things I keep as secrets locked away for all time. I've really done some things in my life I guess everyone has stories but probably not like me. It's also where I am now that makes me think or gives me this time to constantly think I guess in hopes that I'll do better in the same situations. Though mostly my isolation has kept me from any situations. And I'm being so vague even writing here because it is needed I wish I could not think about my past sometimes be less worrysome but maybe that's my curse to have to remember all the things I've done. These things it guess eat at me, day after day and something was said to me that kinda ruined my own self image, I see myself not really as I am I guess sometimes I forget I have a full beard just think of myself at my best because I know I can. I guess I forget how old I am. I really don't feel it so that's all really. I think too much.