Who even are you?

If the only memories you have left are stories you're fed by family, how can you even decipher what you were?

Are you really that little girl in that picture, smiling with all her crooked teeth?

A smile so genuine, you wonder how long it's been since you've smiled like that.

Of course you don't remember.

How could you?

You've removed all the old furniture from the house in your brain, leaving nothing but dust and spiders crawling around.

Where did all your memories go?

The joy?

Now you sit in your room, just another teenage boy wondering what he's doing with his life.

Wake up, go to school, work, sleep.

The same cycle repeats.

What did you do yesterday?

As the days blend together, you forget everything but the routine.

A mindless robot, no memory card inserted.

Is life even worth remembering?

Forget it.

Oh. You already did.