Of Places and Associated Moods

So there's this place, right?

And it's done me wrong. In cruel cruel fashion.

But it's just a place?

I feel bad whenever i go there. Sometimes I have to go there. Like when i need to. Because of friends. Mostly it's because of friends. Every time I've been there it's because of friends.

Friends... what a shitty word. Sometimes. Not all the time. This time was fine. This time was painless.

So anyway, i go there, tonight. I went there, i just got back, and i couldn't help but feel that associated mood. The one that this place has done me wrong. The one that reminds me of the ignorant ignorant cruelty i suffered, that started the whole cycle of questioning.

Which is ridiculous because i had a flood of ideas there today and ideas are like the care bear candy cane currency that my mind thrives on right? So yea, all well and good and things should be dandy, but the mood was there.

And something at the end of the session made the mood rear up it's 'ugly but much less powerful these days' head up again.

And maybe my negative thinking caused that.

This one isn't that mired and steep like the other notes. Happy full moon.