My memory isn’t my own. Maybe it used to be but this person in my head is not me. She is happy, she is beautiful, she is pure. Pure hearted, pure minded. I no longer recognise myself nor do I recognise this personality that seems to follow me. I no longer see me. I see someone who tried and failed. I see someone who wishes things were different. I hate who I have become. I hate myself. No, I despise myself. I despise the way I think, I despise the way I look, I despise the way I treat others. I despise myself. I have twisted my memories to make myself look like a good person. I lie, I lied, I’m lying. I’m always lying. To myself and to others. My memory says I am human. I do not believe it. How can someone as horrid as me be human?