Somnias Memorias

I am incapable of making new memories.



I don't have anymore stories or anecdotes. That's probably why I don't start conversations anymore. Because I don't have shit to talk about.

Or maybe my subconsciousness doesn't bother keeping any new memories because they're all terrible.

I was in a generally cranky mood all day, as a result of fatigue and hopelessness.

But you know what?

While I was doing the laundry, in the pocket of one of my jeans, I found eleven dollars.