Ephemeral (joshler)

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the papers are starting to bother me. every time i pick them up i feel this sick twist in my stomach and my brain is trying to figure out what i don't understand, it's trying to find the memories i lost.

it all hurts.

i have to show someone. not my mom. she wouldn't understand. she'd only think i was delirious because of sleep deprivation.

josh. i can show josh right?

i stuff the papers in my backpack and walk out the front door. though this time, instead of walking to josh's place, i run. something is telling me to run, be quick.

this time, i listen to it.