I know it's really bad when I have given up on talking about things because I know I'll end up repeating myself like a broken record player. Which isn't all that strange considering my memories are playing like one.
I think I might want to stay away from Kbox for a while. It might sound absolutely ludicrous but the MVs actually rake up my memories and emotions. There're a couple of those videos which really resonate within me but I shall refrain from naming them.
I've also begun to appreciate the literal meaning of 朝思暮想, especially the latter half of this phrase. I've been more or less dreaming about the same things, with the only variation being in the details. The feeling of hope dissipating into heartbreak is plain fucking AWFUL. On a side note, I'm sure any psychologist would have a field day dissecting my nightly escapades.