The Ghost of Her

My parents are not my friends, no matter how much I want them to be. They wouldn't care about me at all if I was some random kid, I know my mom would probably mock me if I was. I want a group of in real life friends, someone to share my life with, some people to share a beer with. The mundane. Some people to accept me despite my flaws, after all, Dr. House has friends; why don't I? I want someone like my ex, minus the messy strings attached. I don't remember much about my ex anymore. Or who I was before her. I don't remember when we met first, was it June or May? I don't even remember the year we met. It's scary not being able to identify whether it's a neurological issue or the natural process of forgetting. All I seem to remember is the bad parts of the relationship, with very little room for the good parts. I wonder why that is, is it normal? What I mean by not knowing who I was before meeting her is that the earliest memory I have is of her. If I strain extra hard I can remember bits and pieces of earlier memories. That in the 3rd grade I had a teacher names Mrs. Shiraldi who looked kind like Eminem at certain angles. That the same year I had a classmate named Joshua Basile and I remember him absolutely terrorizing Mrs. Shiraldi. That the same year my ears were blessed by Julia (I don't remember her last name) crying after every test because it was too hard (the others just quietly accepted that their lives were going to be mediocre, but not Julia, she would not accept a life she didn't deserve). Pearl! I remember my ex's favourite movies were the Pearl franchise. Aha 1 - 0 me vs. the universe.