Sometimes, really late at night, I get extremely nostalgic. I cry over the stupidest things and then cry some more because I’m crying over something so ridiculous. Sometimes It passes really quickly and I realize that I’m acting insane, but sometimes it doesn’t. And tonight is one of those nights. 

So, now I’ll probably just lay here for hours and think about all of the things that I wish were different. And cry about them. And then cry about all of the things that are so perfect that I don’t ever want them to change. And then I’m going to cry because I know nothing will ever be exactly the same as it is right now. I’m such a baby.