Knock knock!
Who’s there?
It’s crippling nostalgia.
The good ol’ days left 20 minutes ago while you were still sleeping, moron.
Now nostalgia is here and his ass is not resting until you’re driving past your high school at 8pm in a catatonic state, listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide and wondering who you are and when you stopped knowing yourself and if you’ll ever be free.
But hey, it’s not all bad - just remember that in a few short years you’ll probably be nostalgic for even this moment right now!