Confessions XXV

I've reverted to Jars of Clay's eponymous album today. (Think "Flood" and whatever you were doing in 1995.)

This is probably a bad sign. I was 15 and horribly depressed when I was listening to this album this loudly and constantly, last.

I suspect it's the result of repressing my feelings, as though I were living with my Mom again, for the last two weeks.