I remember

The things I do remember: The house I grew up in. I lived in a few different houses growing up but one sticks out, it's the only place I remember feeling like an actual home. I remember thinking beer tasted like soda, until my dad let me try a sip and I discovered the regretful truth. I remember my first kiss, I remember sharing my first/last cigarette with 6 other people, I remember every time I my mom cries because of me, and I remember hating myself.

The things I don't remember: I don't remember why stopped talking to the only girl who has ever wanted to date me. I don't remember ever wanting to do drugs. I don't remember what I wanted to do with my life for the past few years. I don't remember what my thoughts were when I was rejected because of my religious beliefs, and just saying, you didn't know what they were you just what they weren't. I don't remember why I ignored the only person that has ever cared about me as much as i cared about them.