They're fading. I'm finding out that I'm sort of glad.
Sort of.
There's a part of me that says,
no
don't let go of what is ugly
merely because it is ugly.
it is a memory.
same as all the others.
and it should stay in your mind forever.
you should learn from it.
But I don't know whether I want to.
Maybe I'm being a wuss.
You should have stayed home.
You should have known better.
The nails on my right hand are getting long and snarly and sharp as syringes. I scratched myself in my sleep again.
The nails on my left hand?
I keep those short for playing guitar.
(I need long nails on my right for finger-picking.)
