Sometimes we know we shouldn't, but we just can't help it.
It haunts me.
Disturbs me.
My thoughts run wild, my imagination spills everywhere.
All over the same things, things of the past.
The past doesn't really matter anymore, with everything already said and done.
But the thoughts of how the past paved a way to what the future may be is another thing.
I shouldn't, but I just can't help it.
Stupid things to do.