Sometimes...

...the past pops up into the present. It's not always mine. But it affects me in such a way.

Today it made me feel physically sick, nauseatingly dizzy. I suppose it was my own fault in some ways. In other ways, I yearn for the very same...


Somedays I wish you never invented.

I wish little things like this were always as happy:


Edit: Old ladies that pinch my butt remind me, that it's going to be okay. Sometimes... Work is all I need to make it through.