It’s funny to read in my diaries how some of my worst moments happened in LA, but nostalgia makes me think it’s ok to go back. I said this to someone recently and they thought that “funny” was a weird way of describing it.
Remembering the people who were once dear to our hearts is how we build a life. But how we move on when those people leave us is how we build our character and a love lost is often a lesson learned.
It makes me happy when I think of the good things… when I remember you.
Your apartment had a very distinct smell that I remember almost crying over during our last day sitting around on that super shitty couch (remember how the back of the couch was broken?) and you were taking post-its off the wall and I felt like my head was blowing up like a balloon because of how hard I was keeping it all together.
Raise your hand if you used to belt this song as a small child and only now realize how inappropriately sexual it is. ✋✋
You never realize how young you were until you’re older, but we were young and old at the same time that night.
In the passenger seat of a car somewhere in this city at night and I am thinking: “This is the best time I’ve ever listened to The Replacements.”
Revisiting things you’ve already seen or listened can be incredibly therapeutic and can help you feel less anxious or overwhelmed.
