Dear Nostalgia –
I hate you so much. Honestly, it’s true. You’re always making me remember all those good times, ones where happiness, joy, and self-worth were still great friends of mine. When SUZY was what mattered to him, phone conversations lasted into wee morning hours, that beautiful voice singing love songs alongside a trusted guitar. I’m drowning myself in painfully wonderful memories; pity they can’t be washed away like dirt. Concluding, leave the sad kid alone; she’s got enough problems as it is, without being flooded with depressing images from subconscious thoughts. Get away, unwanted fiend. Very Un-Sincerely Yours, Saddened.
