So here I am, 18 years of age. It's currently Sunday and I am off, sitting at my desk, of the house where i rent, here in the mid sized city of Virginia.
Recently, I have been recollecting repressed memories of my childhood. It's a strange thing really. It's strange because I've tried to repress them when i was a kid was really not that hard. But, now as adult i see my efforts unraveling before my eyes. It's unfortunate really. I hoped that I was ease on through life not remembering the trauma that caused me such dysfunction.
The worst part is that i recollect these so-called pressed memories at random times. I could be at work and remem