I have this one habit to dig my past and stay there, even when I’m supposed to be living in the present. I used to think that I do that purely because it was good times and I miss it. But lately I’ve been thinking that maybe I do it because I just can’t cope with the present, so that I run away and go try to find some kind of comfort zone where nothing can hurt me. My goodness yes, my past can’t hurt me. Because it’s made only 10% reality and 90% my sugar-coating fantasy of the actual truth. And that makes my past as my fantasy. So it’s practically me running away to my fantasy. My fantasy doesn’t hurt me. So my past won’t hurt me either.

You with me?