Memory, it's a funny thing. People want to believe they are what they choose to remember. The good stuff. The moments. The places. The people we all hold on to. But sometimes... sometimes we are what we wish we could forget.
Madness string 95374
Of course I could just fix it. Fix the universe. Fix everything. Make it all perfect. But what would even be the point of that? Why even bother at all, if that's what you're going to do? If you do that, what, even, is left?