closed.

Her Past is a terrible conversationist. It has nothing new to say, and can only tell the same stories over and over.

Her Past loves to crash parties. It gets terribly jealous when it sees the fun Her Present is having without it.

Her Past doesn't care about Do Not Disturb signs, even those written in flashing neon lights. It will come knocking at any hour, no matter how late.

Her Past hates feeling invisible and forgotten. It will kick and scream until Her Present acknowledges it.

Her Past has all the usefulness and appeal to Her Present as expired milk.

Her Past is a book she's already closed. It can't open itself again without her help.