i have the tendency to continually return to the things i once loved. they're so comforting, and i don't want to let go. it doesn't inhibit my life, it just sits in the back of my mind, and creeps its way forward every now and then. i should be happy with what i have now. why aren't i? why am i always left with the desire for more? why does the past seem much better in the past? when it's in the present, it's so undesirable. i thought i was making a lot of progress, but i just feel like a mess again. what's wrong with me? &ps: b, where are you?