vendredi 4 avril 2008
while packing things before moving out of this house I found a letter that said "write back to me, I still love you so much" and even tho there was a name under I'm not sure who it was.
sometimes I just need to stop saving datas, not let feelings add on top of another. sometimes I wish I had saved my whole feelings on DAT and suddently the new system would refuse to read yesterday's tape.
I'm a rock I'm a machine I'm a robot. short time memory datas only.