Here im gonna revist things form when i was a kid and a teen. old diary enteries and memorie. whatever i think of.
When I was in highschool my mother bought me a fish. She said it might teach me a sense of responsibility. It didn't teach me anything. I remember nothing of it. Not its name or how it looked or ever looking at it. I do remember when it died. I was content with the death. I was relieved. I've never feared death. as someone who can see the dead and has seen dead people well I've become numb by it. My mother hasn't and told me I should hold a funeral. I took my old toy shovel and dug a hole. Then I bared the thing and went on with my life. I don't know why I've thought of this. Why is this important? Is it?
