It's always the small things that remind me and produce such...melancholy.
I hope people don't think I am antisocial...I just am not sure how to turn all the memories and thoughts off...throw in the nausea and it's just like...yeah.

It's a beautiful day.
One that could easily produce tears by itself.

Why do I have to think about or worry about those who for all practical rights and purposes...those gone away? I do not know...