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I have memories sitting all around my mind like litter on a city street. Pieces of my life crumpled up and tossed aside, still vivid and accurate when they're unfolded and pressed flat. It isn't often that I remember something incorrectly - either I remember it or I don't. I know exactly where I've been, what I've done, and what's been done to me. I trust my memory more than I trust people, and many times I wish that my entire life had been logged by some omniscient author so I could have undeniable evidence to support me. That, or maybe I wish other people had a similar capability in memory or, at the very least, could admit when their own memories are potentially flawed. Honesty is never overrated, especially not at the expense of pride.

My Memory Lane is a superhighway. I'm trying not to hold grudges, trying to be a better person than that, but sometimes it's so hard to do when I know who has slighted me and how. It would be great to have the superhighway paved over but somehow I think that's unrealistic. Especially for me.