perfect/almost
memories. can't listen to some of my favorite music without being attacked by memories. they used to make the music even better, i guess they still do. but none of that matters anymore because it doesn't seem to matter to anybody but me. so i'll just jump on that bandwagon. making new memories is everything, when it happens. maybe i'm just watching it too closely. time is going by so slowly, or maybe quikly. either way it gives the illusion that nothing is happening. i've changed so much. is this 'selling out'?