so this is what it feels. yet, again.
the timing's just so right, it made me want to laugh. but i just stared in front of the mirror as the song flooded the room. it's pathetic how a song could make everysinglething you wish you deleted from memory reel back to you just like a tape set on rewind. i know i should've switched off the radio. but i didn't. my feet didn't want to move. my butt's glued on the chair. and it was just apparent that i invited the surge of nostalgia right at my front door. oh sigh. ghreat.
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