i somehow ended up on my mom’s facebook looking at pictures from when i was little, leading me to wonder if i would ever “be that happy again.” of course, this is a bit of a generalization in multiple ways, as i was certainly forced to smile in plenty of those photos. but still, the past seemed more desirable than the present. i began thinking to myself, “this delusional nostalgia seems like an emotion others can probably relate to. i wondered if there was a song abo—”🎶🎸look at this photograph😔🎶
















