You know how, on a DVD, you can fastforward, rewind and replay? I've found a way of doing that with my memories of us.
Only, each time I watch them, I become more unsure if what I'm watching really happened.
You know how myths got passed down over the ages? Each storyteller changed or added something. Well, I feel like that's happening to my memories. They feel fake, like the memories you think are real until you realise you weren't born then, or whatever.
I wonder if I'm going mad. But I don't think I can be, because I figure that mad people never wonder if they're mad. And I just did. So maybe I'm ok.
I don't really feel very ok.