1997.

just went and saw my old house with mom today.
i haven't been able to stop crying for the past hour.
my room is so different, my kitchen, my backyard.
i grew up in that house for 11 years. it was mine.
it was one of my clear memories. one of my good memories.
don't think i've cried this much in so long.

i thought i could handle it. apparently not.