Not the one.

Today's party was a little interesting. Talked about old times and I really mean OLD. I forgot most of it. However, some did jolt some of my memory cells, if that is what they are called. I think maybe it's because I didn't really have a mind of my own then. Everyday was just homework, eat and sleep. No life. Primary school was the drilling ground for secondary school. From then on, I transformed into a different person altogether. Yea, that's how I remember it.
Anyway, talking about certain things makes me feel better. I wasn't feeling bad to begin with, just abnormal. I was confused, I always am. It takes time for the dust to settle, for me to scream it out and for the mind to take a stand. I have and I'm happy with it. (",)