i try to forget the way things used to be.

i know i shouldn't pine for the past that, actually, i'm only recalling with a few selective memories. maybe i'm forgetting the downside. maybe i'm glamorizing the good and overlooking the not-so-great.

i wonder if that's why i feel apprehensive?

i feel like my future's an ocean of doubt punctuated by the occasional, yet unappealing, difficulty.

but i have sailed across such seas in the past.