Well, Father's day was... actually pretty good. It was nice hanging out with Rebecca and her family. It was just nice being part of an actual family for once... At least that is what they consider me. It' nice. It really is.
Anyways, haven't heard from Dr. M amazingly, don't know if he is waiting or just gave up, though the former seems way too likely. I don't know, he really got me angry with his nonchalant way of regarding Rebecca's worry, and my disappearance nonetheless. I'm not too sure if I'm going to continue working with him. Then again, I really have no idea about other psychologists in the immediate area, which could impede my progress in this... thing. And yet.... I am not even sure if you can call this... progress... nothing big has happened. I still can't remember anything about my family, besides tid-bits here and there that are just solely based on horrible experiences. I'm beginning to feel downtrodden by my own condition. I would just hate to have another period of time lost from my already forgotten life. This mystery of my own life is... getting old... really really old...
-Ishamael
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