As sort of a follow up to my last toot, I just got gobsmacked by how much I miss the way things used to be. Like I'm mourning the good old days. And I'm sure everyone does this to an extent, but my brain takes it to a dark place. And it's not like anything specific from the past, just a feeling. I threw away all of my old journals because I figured that if I couldn't remember it on my own, then it wasn't worth remembering. I still believe that.