Isnt it strange, how getting what you want is never quite what you thought it would be? And how when its not as perfect as you imagined, you try to blame others. Its like saying its not anyones' fault is admitting that you wasted all the time you spent wanting this thing. But in reality its your fault. Because you wanted this thing so much that you created a false image in your head, a fake idea of how wonderful it was. And now you have it its nice, its good, but it doesnt live up to your image of it. Simply because it can't.
< - >
* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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