Well it is another day and another forgotten memory, the same thoughts I have every morning for as long as I can remember. I realized after the many years I spent trying to fit in, trying to be everything to everyone; I can never remember the fine details. Only remembering that things never turn out quite the way I thought they should. I get frustrated when I attempt to conjure these lost memories as I look at the crinkles on my forehead making me look old. My trial and error moments equal forgotten memories.