Its funny how our memories defeat us. How in retrospect we remember things better or worse than they really were. Everytime you think about something great or something painful that you have done or have had done to you it always seems magnified, that much better or that much worse. Eventually we even stop feeling and it becomes but an empy memory with feeling that should be there. But I guess thats how we get by, glorifying mediocrity, making things that much better than they really were.
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