And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Monday, January 4
A brand new year.
With each leap into a new year, it's supposed to be brimming with opportunities. A new year is supposed to signify change, improvements, new prospects etc etc.
However, seems like nothing has changed.
Which may not necessarily be a bad thing, since I've had a relatively good year (save for the SHITTIEST final month).