I can't tell if it was a great or terrible twist of fate that blogger's "next blog" button took me to a page that I immediately recognized as significant. Foreign, yet deep-down familiar.
"Now I see your hand touching mine slipping away.
The sad thing is that you're not even trying,
I'm the only one that wants to try."
Three years to the day, with nothing but irony slapping me in the face. I sit here shaking my head. Unbelievable.
I don't know what's happened. I feel like I have no choice.
I don't even want to talk about it because it's the same old thing. I'm tired of talking about it, tired of thinking about it, tired of hating it.
Something's got to give.
