God, something simplistic would be lovely right now. A simple relationship, a simple thought, a simple feel for what it is to pursue and to be happy. But no, everything has to be drowned out to be completely malformed and and complicated, within every question and idea about it. It just can’t be simple.

But god, if only I remember how I had thought of it as so simple before the naivety shed its skin. Being young was the best you were.