Forgetting

Lately, i have noticed how little of my life i remember. I remember all the lessons i learned, everything i was taught...but i dont remember experiences much. Everything before grade Nine was a blur, progressively getting better. And i mean a blur, i can hardly remember anything, sometimes something will remind me of something that happened, and ill remember a part of it, but even that memory catches me off guard. Its so vague, so distant, that those memories feel like clips from a movie, my imagination, something about someone else i read. My childhood memories feel like someone elses, and i wonder if it has something to do with the wolf, waking. Sometimes, memory loss like that could be caused by trauma, and i was bullied constantly since grade five, but thats not nearly traumatic enough, isnt it? So what, i was depressed, those memories could've been suppressed subconsciously.
 I still dont know about it though, i dont understand it really, and it confuses me. I know most of the character building ive undergone to become who i am today has mostly happened in highschool around.
Even so, it feels like the childhood me was a far different person, and thinking about it, many things ive been told from my siblings either do not sound like me at all, i dont remember at all or are just.....I know wasnt the same me as now. I was pathetic, weak, naive and stupid, as many children are, but it too different of a way to really turn into me now. I just cant make the connection, and still i remember little. Every once in a while, something resurfaces, but even so, i dont care much about it.
All the matters to me is that i learn from the past, and prepare for the future today. My present and my future is Persephone and id have no other way.

Anyways, just another thought, dunno who is reading any of this, but see ya.