I'm a soldier?

I remember why I drew this now.

My memory problem has gotten so bad. I know that my memory is broken but it still surprises me how I can forget the things I forget. Luckily I write memories down sometimes. I just read a 4 page synopsis of my last trip to LA, written on some graph paper that had been stuffed in my closet over a year ago. It reads a bit like a quirky romance novel. The visual parts of the story, I remember quite clearly - I remember the different restaurants and the halloween party. But I had forgotten the words.

There are things that were said that trip.... that define me in my view of the world. The reasons why I cannot stop loving someone. Things were said that if really and truly true, would crush my heart with the weight of their gravity. And they did then. They do now after reading my memories.

They make my moonlit deliriums not worth having. I asked how you'd gotten to be so bad and you told me I taught you everything you know. You told me to never leave again. I'd closed off this part of my memory because I can't deal with the guilt of leaving again and the silence sounds like hatred.

I don't want any other person.

I know you're not perfect but I like you just the same.... and your face is balls.

Hahaha... Fuck, I honestly did not remember saying that.