Memory's a Fickle Thing.

I just want to remember. I remember the memories we made and the words that have been said. I just don't remember the faces. When I look back at memories I can remember who everyone was that was there, but I don't remember the faces; They're all bodies without faces. Everytime I'm away from someone for a while whenever I try to remember them I can, but I can never remember what they look like or what they sound like. It feels like I'm doomed never to remember a face of my beloved friends. Yeah, I do have pictures and videos but everytime I look at them I can never grasp that that is what they really look like. I try desperately to remember what everyone looks like but...I never can. I hate it, but I don't know how to fix it. It's not hard to forget the faces of the people who have done you wrong, but you should never forget the faces of the people who make you feel like you belong. Colorado is the one place where I feel like I actually belong. For the first time in my life I've actually felt like I belong; I no longer feel like an outcast. So why does Daddy want to take it away from me? Yes, it would save me from being so far in debt, but why care about money when your daughter's sanity is at stake? I wish I could tell him everything but everytime I try to it always ends up in one HUGE fight and I don't know if I can take another one. I'm so tired of being in this house. It's driving me insane. I constantly feel like breaking down when I'm at this house. Everywhere else is fine...it's just...this damn house. I just want to go back to Colorado. :/