It should've taken more time than this. Should've kept me busy and stopped me from thinking the same thoughts as always. I guess that sort of morphine-induced happiness and purpose isn't something that's meant for me. Now they want me to dwell on the past, all of which I doubt ever really happened. I wish it didn't happen, though I'd miss it more than anything. Never even knowing I was missing it maybe. But I'd have to. I know it, because people like me have to miss it. Missing people, memories, that's all we really have. The misery of the memories of happier times.