I'm back in October of 2007.
Feeling surreal.
and lost.

I knew there was a reason I didn't want to sort through all the shit I packed up from last year.
Too many remnants of things I've started to think about less. Yet, here I am, reminiscing a life that seems so far away - and it hurts. I'll find a way to bring myself back. Back to sitting and thinking about just how boring everything is, or thinking of good things. I'll stop thinking about sad things. Once all of this is stored away again. I'll be okay.