For context: I’m a young adult, I don’t think I have any serious brain issues yet.

But I’ve recently been just trying to remember the past and although its kinda tragic, there are very interesting moments and I want to keep these memories forever.

But brains aren’t perfect, and I’m just so scared.

Even re-reading the events from a journal woudn’t exactly be the same as remembering it.

Idk, I’m kinda just obsessed with some memories for some reason. Don’t wanna let go of it. Having this “backstory” (for lack of a better term), is what drives me forward, without those memories, like if I get a concussion and forgot everything, I wouldn’t really be… well… “me” anymore, and the thought of that is terrifying.

    • Separating sewage and drinking water wasn’t “natural” either. Its natural to live short miserables lives before modern medicine. “Natural” doesn’t mean I have to just accept it and never figtht back against the cruelty of nature.

      Nature is being a bitch for trying to take away what I cherish. Fuck nature.