Fading Away

"A little piece of paper with the picture drawn, floats on down the street til' the wind is gone, and the memory now is like the picture was then. When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again." - Linkin Park

Even now, at only age 20, my memories have faded quite a bit. They must not be good memories because it seems that for what memories I do not have, or can't remember, I just make up memories in my head.

It seems I have made up my own little world for so long that I don't what is real or not anymore. Oh well, like it even really matters anymore.