a new month begins today.
it's not as magical as the start of a new year, but it still fills me with hope.
hope that maybe i will be able to figure out who i am this year. hope that, if i just try, all of the pieces will fall into place.
i've read online that there are many benefits in keeping a journal, and i hope that by doing this, i reap some of them.
but it's too soon to tell.
i guess i have to keep writing to see.
farewell, future me?
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The Stages of Forgetting | on holdShort Story
When reclusive shut-in Remi starts writing down her feelings in a journal, she finds entries that explain the recent gaps in her memories.