Tonight has been weird. I relapsed a p*** addiction. But afterwards I got some intense nostalgia. I am sick of nostalgia but also cant get enough of it. Just music, life, everything culminates. There’s the bamboo house and the rain, oh the rain!!! So much rain! In a modern appartment or just throughout my childhood!!! Summer nights but not just summer and not just the nights. Every little sensation is linked to nostalgia. I want it to stop and never come back but there is just so much thrill. I hate nostalgia but I could never hate nostalgia
