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October 9, 2009
I seem to be forgetting more things these days. At the ripe old age of sixteen my memory is deserting me, throwing up its hands and surrendering. Today, I forgot some homework, yesterday I forgort my revision sheet, tomorrow I will forget one of my friend's birthday. I sometimes get halfway through a sentence and lose what I was talking about. It makes me depressed that at sixteen I am already past middle age. To lighten my mood, I sat down at my piano. Music always makes the world seem pink and hazey.

I couldn't play anything.