all that you can't leave behind

It's strange how the things you put behind you have a way of coming back when you least expect it. Well perhaps you expect it, but you don't.

I make no sense.

I guess it's just having the belief of things being done and over only to find it's way back to you.

I just don't want things weird. I'd just like to think that time has made everything better, a little less uncomfortable. That we've let everything go so even though we see it, it's blurry and less tangible and less likely to affect us the way it once would have.

Or maybe I'm just being overdramatic and I blame it on the lack of sleep.