arrested development

I am quarantined with my parents (which is both good and terrible in its own right). I moved back into my childhood bedroom once my university graduation ceremony was cancelled and school was moved online. I am finding it difficult to separate my past memories and things I thought I had gotten over from my current self due to the space I am now stuck in. I was in love with this girl for awhile and I thought I had gotten over her, but the quarantine has forced me to sit in nothing but these memories since they were my last experience of intimacy before the pandemic. I'm finding it hard to both let go (again) and grow without distractions and new experiences.

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