You know that feeling, like, when you've been here before. A million times, and it won't leave you alone. Like someone keeps poking your raw skin, rubbing it off, chafing. And you know when you just keep thinking, "This will end. This will end. This will en.."
You keep hoping that, anyway.
And it's like, stupid. Annoying. You know you've been here before, before, before.
You've lived these five minutes; you know the script.
It's like, complete nostalgia. Right? Complete nostalgia, because you know this. Every little bit.
And, nothing's new, nothing's exciting.
This is nothing like that.