The moments my weakness comes back to me...

There's no rhyme or reason to it. I'm not unhappy. It's a compulsion... an addiction almost. It's like it's something that makes me who I am... something I can't let fade. I know I don't want it. I know I don't even need it. But when I'm reminded of it, the urge is still there. Maybe without it I won't be reminded of who I was, but that's not what I have to be from now on. I can be free of it. I can remember without the pain.