Why is it, that everytime I find the right or nearly perfect one, There's always that one same thing that puts a barrier with a full stop right through everything.

Second why.

Why is it so easy to pretend all's right anyway.

Maybe it's cause the expectations weren't in existance to begin with. Hmmmm, that's serious.

I hate this part right here. Where I get so indecisive. It's time for the magic to do its work.

On another note, I believe life's fair afterall.

The argument is not that life's unfair. It's the person living the life who aint doing it/thinking right then.

I've no idea if all these make sense. but it's something I'll understand and who cares if you don't!

Toodles!