semblable

i treasure the past so much i dont know i want to continue moving on into the future. ns was so disgusting. and it still is. i feel the need to reacquaint myself with my school days in ri or rj. when life was imperfect but enjoyable and carefreer. i have a very small comfort zone, and it is shrinking oddly while travelling across the plane of situations of life. unlike most of my homologues, i feel no urge to explore the world. i just dont want life like i know it to end.