Don't look at me, its on shuffle. I didn't pick the songs, they were sent to me. And its true. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I do hate everyone. And I am still learning how to bend. None of this comes with instructions. Sometimes its so ridiculously hard that I don't know how any of us will make it out alive. Or maybe its just music. Who knows.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Mood music
Its funny how a song can change so much depending on your mood. As I sit here listening to my iPod on full volume to avoid hearing my usually sweet 6 year old screaming at me from his bedroom about how horrible I am and how his life is so wildly unfair I think my iPod is feeding off of my emotions.
Don't look at me, its on shuffle. I didn't pick the songs, they were sent to me. And its true. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I do hate everyone. And I am still learning how to bend. None of this comes with instructions. Sometimes its so ridiculously hard that I don't know how any of us will make it out alive. Or maybe its just music. Who knows.
Don't look at me, its on shuffle. I didn't pick the songs, they were sent to me. And its true. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I do hate everyone. And I am still learning how to bend. None of this comes with instructions. Sometimes its so ridiculously hard that I don't know how any of us will make it out alive. Or maybe its just music. Who knows.
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