Random thoughts as im sat on a bus. 1. A thought about why my memory could b so bad; because the way I have always felt has over occupied my mind,there was no room to actually store any memories...this is why the only year and a half my memories are a little more clearer and freqent is the time I spent fightin for me and my adopted son to become a family whilst living in a strange country. This is the only time I ever felt a meaning to my life, someone so small and precious who also had nobody, we became one.x. Ok,no more random thoughts as im getting off bus now.x