Change is coming, and it's our turn now.
Why the hell am I thinking too much, when everything is seems fine?
Everything's flawed, but that's what they're supposed to be.
Nothing, and nobody's perfect.
Maybe I'll live a better life if I stop digging up something negative whenever something happens.
It's great having a talk-pal. It feels the same way I felt before that December. Contented, yet suspicious. Maybe I should set a target for myself. NO suspicions during the course of our friendship. Perhaps that'll be the reason why it may last.
We're all misfits living in a world on fire.
