is it four or five years now? i don't even remember. probably four. i was going to write about it, but it seems stupid. it's the same thing over and over again. the back of my head pressed against the ground. a hand with rough skin over my mouth. and pounding. pounding. and hands on my throat and i can't breathe. i'm running. and crying. and i'm alone.

the other day it was two years. time passes quickly. i don't even remember anymore. what did he even look like?