One page

One page away from hitting the minimum required length on my first midterm paper and I get hit with a dose of f-ing nostalgia or flashbacks or whatever you want to call it when you remember suddenly how life used to be and it almost feels like you're living it again - sitting on the couch in front of the open window next to the front door that surely is going to open any second because you just heard that car pull up and you'll no longer be alone.

But you are.

Dammit.

Not letting this keep me from finishing this stupid paper tonight, but totally wishing that feeling would just go away forever and never ever come back.