23:20, Saturday, Aug. 23, 2014
Sometimes it's like you want to make it a good time, you want to give it a chance, because things are different, and things have changed, you've changed, but ultimately it doesn't work out that way. I want to pick at it and turn it over and over until it becomes a sore bruise, but the sensible mature side of me is pushing it away and tossing it like a frisbee into the abyss that is the mediocre corner of my recorded memories.