Slightly North

Memories don't hurt like they used to. Last year they cut and burned. It was my fault. I would go back and check on my memories like they were some kind of investment. When I would return to these places, to these people, I became lost inside. I think that people fear the fact all things pass. All of a sudden you find that you should have left the party a long time ago. All the great things that happened come back to make you feel crummy. You have to let go, otherwise you get dragged.

So many ways to burn out