Thursday, February 5, 2015

I don't really remember a lot of good days.  I remember days that started good.  But then I remember the fight and the being left behind and the place and the people and so I have come to associate almost every area and every location with something negative.  It is sort of like being in a car accident at a particular intersection.  You could have been at that intersection a million times, but whenever you pass by there now, you always remember the accident.

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