Fuck, why do I have such a predisposition towards nostalgia.
I'm moving to America on Sunday. The last 3 months of my life have basically consisted of me, slaving away in a coffee shop, 24/7, all summer long, to earn money to pay my tuition fees for when I get to the US. A part of my life, surely, which I do not wish to recall in the slightest. A part of my life, which, I was longing to be over. And yet, there it is again, nostalgia, a brooding melancholy, seeping into my soul, a regret for losing things that up to last week, I detested. I have absolutely NO reason to be nostalgic over the last 3 months, nothing, nada, zip; I'm feeling melancholic over things I hated, Jesus, sometimes I just can't fathom my self. Always in the future, often in the past, rarely in the present.
Anybody else get the pangs of nostalgia often? I often find it makes me sad, rather than happy.