Old habits. Old hopes. Same sin.

I've recently been really surprised how much i find my thoughts going back to desiring old sin. Its like now that ive been free from some of this stuff for a long time, ive forgotten how empty it is. How dirty it made me feel. In my imagination they're always bringing satisfaction. But alcohol doesn't bring satisfaction. Why do i want to hope in it?

It makes me sad that my head goes there. Why dont i remember? Why dont i give thanks that they're gone? Why do i hope in things that i know cannot satisfy?