Why in good time?
About a week ago, I was sharing some deep thoughts and in particular regrets I had with a close friend. He too, a loadful of regrets throughout his life. Just when I was criticizing a fellow acquaintance who was being too blardie emo, here I am using a fairly large microscope to enlarge the nitty gritty bad crap that happened to me in the past. I feel absolutely disgusted but at the same time real – that I am feeling the moment, every passing second that keeps me restless.
Right now?
Estoy enojada. Yo estaba esperando por ti, pero nunca apareció. Mientiroso. Al igual que antes y justo como él – que dices cosas que no significan. Desde hace mucho tiempo, dejé de tener expectativas. Aquí estoy, mirando a su nombre sin la mínima idea de por qué lo hago. ¿Dices que querer saber cómo fue mi día? ¿Dices que hablar conmigo el sábado? ¿no? Yo debería haber sabido. Las promesas que se hacen para ser rotos.
Bakamitai.
Hence, in good time I will discover the reasons why I took the route I’ve taken and made the fall I fell. I will know why Canon in D is the only song that removes any spanish rubble from my head. I will know why and then perhaps things may be different.
