Memories.

I thought to myself how I might ask him to tell me his life story again, like he tried to do a few years back. Then I thought about how he might ask me to do the same. I ran my life back through my head and I'm left with the feeling of pain and depression, and a little bit of emptiness. People complain about how negative I am, but after taking a deep look back at my life, I see that my insecurities and depression is well-founded. Everything that's been said and that's happened to me, and all of the crap I put myself through because I thought it was the "norm" has made me a broken person and I fear I can never make up the happiness I've lost out on through all my years alive.