Feeling nostalgic over silly little things that never meant anything to you probably ever anyways. Like loving how the same cd was in your old shitty car for the duration of freshman year. It was a comfort I took for granted. Listening to it now I’m cheesily transported yet genuinely appreciative of being there, then, carefree and high. Life is convoluted more than we all know it. So many fuck ups to be had and so many fucks to roll an eye… what am I doing, where the fuck am I? I can’t believe in anything right now except for time? Is this a quarter century crisis? I feel retarded writing about times that so many predecessors have already trampled over, but Jesus Christ like there really is one, can it get any easier?