In a time when I should have been a child. I became hardened by society. This is not a detrimental happenstance unless you seem to get stuck in those days. I have been there. I, at times, return to familiar faces, familiar feelings. Not because I am a glutton for punishment. But because that was my youth. And trying to escape a major part of life, never works.
Don't get me wrong, the future still terrifies me. The present frustrates me. The past offers familiar nonfeeling. Comfortable expressions of sadness masked by joviality.
The term comfortably numb comes to mind. A sense I have become very accustomed to.
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