Talking to Discord friend about Depression. They bring up a poem. It's word for word the poem a girl I'd rather forget wrote to me the day after I rejected her and she disagreed. Nobody else knows that poem exists.

@kamimatsu: Also, I ended up repressing her name and entire appearance. She could walk right past me and I'd never know. In other words, I don't know who she is, but she knows who I am.