I don't think I'm hurting exactly, but yeah. I would say I've had quite a lot of out of the ordinary experiences. Traveling with a bloke all throughout time being the main part.

But I don't know. My memory could be compromised, but I can't tell. I just feel as if there's something I ought to be remembering. Something which I shouldn't be missing. And my friend, this extremely insightful bloke Vincent Van Gogh told me that I'm sad. Sad for a reason I don't know. And he's right. I catch myself crying on occasion without knowing what over.