"But thoughts they change and times they rearrange
I don't know who you are anymore
Loves come and go and this I know i'm not who you recall anymore
But i must confess you're so much more then i remember
Can't help but entertain these thoughts..."
I don't know who you are anymore
Loves come and go and this I know i'm not who you recall anymore
But i must confess you're so much more then i remember
Can't help but entertain these thoughts..."
Apparently, the lyrics are stuck in my head. pfft.
Anyway, I think I'm always (subconciously) sore about something. I feel sore that I feel sore about something. Maybe I have too high an expectation for everything. I am not a perfectionist but I cannot stand imperfection.
I cannot stand inequality. I cannot stand being short-changed. I think everyone should get what they duly deserve; nothing more, nothing less. But it’s not happening.
And I feel sore about it.
I've been having MAJOR headache since yesterday.
it. just.won't.go.away.
=(
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