September 16, 2012
Changes in the weather fill me with nostalgia. I don't know why. Maybe I have seasonal affective disorder or something. But the thing is, I don't get depressed; I just get melancholy... even though that's kind of the same thing. I think about the past more: parts of the past I liked and parts of it I would never want to go back to. Mostly high school. I liked the first two years. I regretted my last two years. It had a lot to do with the people I was hanging out with then, and I shouldn't have chosen them.