It feels weird listening to the same tracks of songs I used to hear when I'm in angst. It's like they taste like diluted coffee or tea. You KNOW you enjoyed listening to them before, and you could still remember how you were connecting the lyrics to each pang of emotion you felt back then.

It's just they seem to be playing at a lower volume now (even though you've changed nothing). I guess this is what a heart ache scab feels like. You know it's over. Yet you know you'll be going for the same cycle again once you decide to gamble once more. It's simply there as a pale painting of Mona Lisa -- faded, cracked, but the bizarre smile is still there.

Picked up the guitar again. I'm memorizing Smoke Gets In Your Eyes.