Darkuroppoi

On April 26th 2010 at ten to one I witnessed the lives of two true friends. For a moment I forgot who I was and became someone else. And I cried for the first time in eight years. I don't remember the lives of those friends anymore and the bits that I do don't seem that special anymore but I do know that at that moment when I forgot who I was and became someone else I knew what it meant to love someone. I don't know why I'm righting this down, I think it might be because I have't quite remembered who I am yet and I wanted to say this while I can. My filter is coming back and before I remember who I am completely I would like to say that I an