this song still drags the same feelings out of me. i miss you bablouska. or do i? what exactly do i miss? i miss my love, whatever the hell that means.
everything is going in circles. everything is repeating itself. people are coming back, at one shape or the other.
god damn it, it hurts! it hurts remembering our ride to the irish sea. i loved you so much that time. and i love it there. it was so fucking beautiful.
thank you for everything
i have got to move on
what the fuck is dragging me down? what makes me feel the way i do? is it lack of new emotions and experiences?
we will see after barcelona.
i want to let go