Why do we do stupid things out of curiosity?
Why do we go looking at old pictures of friends and former loved ones?
Is it personal torture? Mental masochism?
And when you find yourself doing it, and Joe Satriani ends up playing a song called "Saying Goodbye," isn't it just too much to ignore?
Chalk it up to loneliness, and being alone during the week for just too damn long.
Someday, I'll have a November free to regurgitate all these thoughts and feelings out uninterrupted.
But for now, just consider me mentally cutting.
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