This is my favorite song, ever. This applies to almost every aspect of my life: to writing, to those assholes, who, apparently, just came to my life to teach me something (and sadly, they meant just to teach), and to Him.
It's hard when you're in a situation that the very thing you can't do is to turn away. You can, and the hurting would stop. Only that, in truth, it wouldn't. And you know that, has always known that. So you end up taking that road, traveling it, hoping that someday, you'll get there.
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I heard Regine was sick when she did this. I'm glad she was. It made the song sound heartfelt. She made herself sound like she's not her. And it worked beautifully.
in·con·sis·ten·cy (ĭn'kən-sĭs'tən-sē)
n., pl. -cies.
1. The state or quality of being inconsistent.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
long and winding, indeed
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About Me
- Jonathan
- I am a writer even if I'm not. And I am a rockstar, too.
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