I can remember how the impact of the punch felt, how the lights got brighter, I can remember how the table felt as my head hit it, I can remember the taste of blood that came from my lip the look of there faces as I hit them. the way the door felt as I walked through it. I can’t remember the reasons for all the fights or anger I can’t remember hearing the people around me, I barely remember who it was out of the countless people that stood in expression of me. I can’t recall the specific dates and times or how long the fights or anger lasted. it became a blur at that moment.