Three Long Months...

Three long months that you haven't written and this is what triggered it? A stupid little hat of a girlfriend past. You are ever so terrible. Did you miss me? What have you been doing? Come on do tell, you know your memory is never that good. You'll love a refresher in a month, year or two.

Well, its been. It was. And it now is. Just moving along.

You're avoiding writing it...

Heh... yeah a bit

Standing on the over pass... did you get better?

Eh.. better is relative.

So...

I stopped going to therapy.

How's that going for you?

Going.

Well ain't this pulling teeth.

Come on, you know how it went.

Of course I know, I knew even before you started. You literally went into it half heartedly.

You can't help those that don't want help. That's what they say.

Did you?

Eh, I did say I wanted to get better?

So what happened?

Inpatience, just wanted better to get here faster.

So you gave up?

Not entirely. I mean, I honestly didn't see much of a difference. I did find out that

I was stronger than the pill.

Heh... yeah.

Now what?

Now... I kind of want someone to talk to again.

Going back to mrs therapist what's her name?

Mmm nah, I'll be a little practical. She was a tad pricey, specially back then. Now things should be a little better.

Oh what changed?

Medical insurance bitchest woot woot.

... -_- is this really how you want to end this little update?

Eh, sure why not. Who knows when the next one will be you damn schizo.

Toodles then, old chap.

Toodles. I'll be off living in another world.

Red Hunting Cap

It caught my eye. That red hunting cap. Nonchalantly sitting in my dad's closet. I had long ago stopped looking for it. Given up on the memories it held, a long drawn out sigh mingling with the crisp winter air in a puff and gone. But now, miraculously, here again. I clutched it and whiffed it. What's wrong with me. A picture memory flashed of her showing off my birthday gift. The old one had broken after being well aged. I loved it. Much sturdier than the last. But in particular, she gave it to me. I inhaled. Nothing. I inhaled. Gone. What's wrong with me again. They say that smell is one of the strongest links to memory. Maybe that too is gone. You don't even remember her voice any more withe. You told yourself you've let go. Yet, minute strands cling like bothersome fuzz. Sigh. Just an old hat with good memories. It's nice seeing it again. But. Just an old hat with good memories. I managed to smile.