Text || End of February

[righthandstand]

I was thinking

If these bastards take our memories again, we're never going to find a way out of there.

I forgot who I really was, and I'm not letting it happen again.

So I'm going to write down everything. I'll make sure that if I wake up thinking I'm actually from 1961, I'll have all these notes telling me the truth
I'm not going to believe anyone but myself anyway

Just saying

maybe this could be a good idea