Back to those days. Back to the days when I was happy, when I was truly and [almost] completely happy. The days when this was my home, when everything looked so, so simple. Back to the time when all that I had was this place and those people.

Seeing those names, those sentences, words, PMs... Seeing all those memories that I miss so much... Remembering those days, when all I could talk about was this place and those people. And damn, I miss this.

I've talked about this with someone today. She told me about two songs that remind her of those summers. Two different summers, both were great. Two different summers, summers when I smiled. Smiled, even after what I've been going through since May. A little over one month of smiling, becuase I got to talk to them again. Got to see them, to laugh with them.

And found out it was a mistake.

Last-last summer was the greatest summer ever. The last summer was fun. Was about trying to restore lost friendships, about trying to compensate for all that I've missed through the year.

We talked, and now I know there are only two things I can say with some degree of confidence- I miss those days, and I can say whatever I want, but I'm not sure I can ever actually hate any of them. Because in those two months they were my second family. So true, today I'm only talking with one person - The only person in the universe that can actually understand me - But I just can't forget.

And as memories usually do- Damn, it hurts. Knowing that by now it's way too damaged for me to be able to fix it. Knowing that I've changed, and now even if it wasn't that damaged I can't change it.

Damn, I miss those days.

Ann.

Back to those days of happiness and freedom. Now's just... different. Yeah.