I’m so vulnerable to nostalgia. The sun will go down and I’ll be like: “Wow… remember when the sun was up… I miss who I was then”

I’m so vulnerable to nostalgia. The sun will go down and I’ll be like: “Wow... remember when the sun was up... I miss who I was then”
I’m so vulnerable to nostalgia. The sun will go down and I’ll be like: “Wow… remember when the sun was up… I miss who I was then”