We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
'She just seems different, you know? I don't know, I just got a feeling about her. You know when a song comes on and you just gotta dance?'
curse the things that made me sad for so long
I’d love to be a diva. But I’d then have to send so many apology notes for my abhorrent behaviour.