rose colored glasses are a bitch

times don't exactly need to have been easier or better for me to remember them fondly. in fact, i'm finding that it's usually the worst parts of my life that manage to catch me in the trap of nostalgia the best. it feels a little selfish to look back on these moments of my life and feel anything other than overwhelming relief that they're finally over, but i can't seem to stop myself.

I miss the quiet assurance that every day, no matter how bleak, was going to be exactly like the one before it.