so this is going to sound creepy, it certainly feels creepy to me:
bla bla lately [snip] bla bla (doesn't really matter but gives the whole background, sorry, i'm unorganized lately), and thus was revisiting some memories of periods in which i locate the beginning of my unhappyness/depression, whatever you want to call it. i'm not sure when it started, but it became worse around the time i met my current boyfriend. this is not about him, it's more that he's my first really serious relationship, which, more or less, confronted me with being the female part of something for the first time. anyway, when thinking of the time we first met, and naturally spent a lot of time in bed.... i'm not in that memories. i mean, of course i am, but i'm just not in that pictures. huh, i guess does not really any sense now? i don't think in pictures much, but when i do they are usually very detailed. but in this, i'm just missing, i see everything but me.
wtf? is this the fine art of supression or did jump the edge without noticing?