I think before whenI said I have no one to talk to I was being dramatic. I definitely do not have any one to talk to now. It is weird, but I guess we need to accept the fact that the people in your lives are not permanent. Also, right now the spelling of the word permanent looks terribly awkward to me.

I know it is terribly silly to want to change your past, and think that it would make the present better. I just want to go back and appreciate really small insignificant things more. I mean, I think I always have, because from time to time a small and silly memory crosses my mind and makes me feel easy. Then I wonder if this is something that I only remember. Then I wonder if that should make it some weird special secret to me, or if it's something so trivial that if other people do not remember it then why should I?

I wonder if I am memorable. I do not think other people even think about that, but I just wonder if people think about me. Not in that I'd tap that bitch's ass sense, just in a nice sense. Even if it's a nice, stupid "Diana walks into glass walls, she's an idiot sense."

I wonder why memory acts the way it does. If the human mind was some sort of algorithm and there was a function for memory (weird, I am actually internally debating on how and why memory would maybe be a object or a class of objects. KILL ME, I SUX. CS SUX. STAHP)