How's your halo?

We're all damaged.

My head is as empty as my walls.

I want... someone I can call and talk to who will listen to me and make me feel better.

And I had that, and it is gone now.

Gone with all those letters and diaries and notes that I tore to peices.

My past has been torn apart and thrown away, and I have nothing left to remind me who I am or what I want or what I've learned. Its all gone. Forgotten.

And

I want it back. All of it.

I would write it all down, to remember. I would remember it all, no matter how much it would hurt at the time. Because now, I would kill to have those memories again.