It could be better. It should be better. So much going for it this time. So many lessons learnt or so they ought to have been.
And I'm back where I was. Sitting on a chair alone in the middle of the night listening to Good Riddance pretending I don't care.
When I'm sixty I'll be listening to them fuckers and pretending I don't care.
There are days when it's hard to find reasons and there are days like today when you just cruise along looking for whatever finds you.