逃げる

I saw my classmate’s youtube account and he posted a video that isn’t supposed to be posted. I was forced to take it down a year ago because my teacher said that I shouldn’t post it. Seeing that my classmate had posted I was abashed.

I told him immediately about it when he went online.

[This is how it went, roughly]
Me: You should’ve told me that the video is already allowed to post. I could’ve posted too you know.
Him: Huh? I already told you that, like ages ago. And you said it’s ok, you won’t post it anymore. ['Are you on drugs'  expression]

Then I remember it. It’s so weird that I have forgotten it. I could’ve remembered it when I saw the video but I didn’t.

~*~

Today, I saw a bunch of papers folded in my drawer. I realized that they’re  my sketches. It was dated June, 2009. I have written my story for “recruitment”

I wrote it again this september with almost the same words and the same plot. However when I was writing it two months ago I don’t remember writing the same thing last June.

Sometimes, when I read my stories, my words are all different. They use vocabularies I don’t normally use and sometimes they seem impressive to me. It’s like I didn’t write them.

My memory SUCK.