Memory

The strange thing about memory is how fleeting and fickle it is. The things you want to remember most are so hazy, a blur of happiness, color, action. But the things you want to forget, the embarassing, stupid moments...... they last. They don't go away; they are long, drawn out, vivid in every single detail. And that may be just me. It may be that my memory is just a jerk.
Anyways, there isn't a lot to talk about. I'm feeling pretty meh, as usual. I haven't figured out yet what I'm gonna do, about anything really. I don't know about prom, except that I might go. (or not, so I guess that I don't know anything) I don't know about life. I don't even know how I'm gonna make it through the next couple days. Whatever.