I was the eleven year old version of myself the other day, but I didn't have any of my regular memories so if you met me then with my owl, Hedwig, I'm usually not that age at all. I'm actually eighteen.

Sort of miss being that young sometimes.

I have nightmares.



I don't always know if they're from my memories or his.

There's not much of a difference between them sometimes.

I hate this.