And this whole thing is like those annoying websites that only allow you five tries on the password.
If you still can’t get it right after that few desperate attempts to try to get it right, they lock you out.
Or rather, you’ve locked yourself out.
I think I live in the past too much. I feed off memories, the good ones, to tide me through the turbulent times.
They make me happy. They make me sad.
They make me feel I should stop doing this.