I used to think moving forward meant throwing everything behind. New phase, new tastes, new personality. But lately? I’ve been craving the old stuff. The weird snacks. The dorky shows. The hobbies that

I walked into the kitchen and forgot why. I stood there, then opened the fridge. Still nothing. So I ate a grape. Still blank. This happens more often now. It used to scare me a little. Now I just shrug.