How is it that talking to someone who allegedly accuses me of remembering him once every 6 months can make me smile more than talking to you?
Screwed up sleeping hours and late nights up alone trigger the playing of Gwen Stefani's '4 In The Morning' on repeat, and somehow, amidst all this numbness, random snippets of life are triggered, and I am reminded of scenes of hanging out in my room for hours on end.
It's funny how my entries spike exponentially during certain periods of my life. A good destressing method, if anything...I presume?
Don't mind me =)
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