I miss the summer of 2004 sometimes.

As I've learned before, nostalgia is a form of depression. I must move forward, and forge a new self. I will not entirely abandon all the things that have made me who I am, instead, I will wrap those things within me while I try to solve this new mystery of my early to mid twenties. It's frightening territory. I gotta realize that what I feel and think does not necessarily reflect who I really am. I gotta let the light shine through, let my soul burn bright. I don't want to lose it and let it carelessly dissappear into fear.