To keep away the blur.

Am I really still tripped up by that?

Did it affect me enough to cause such a drastic change in the way I approach life?


For a while it seemed so miniscule. It threw one devastating blow toward me. The bruise showed up, and it faded. That is how everything is, right? Something upsetting happens, and you get over it.


I am being absurd, really. Looking back on good times, then finding the bad. Mixing the two together into some sort of poison.


Lesson #7,863,901: Do not mix nostalgia with sleep deprivation.