life really sucks sometimes

It’s amazing, astounding even how you can go from being the only girl in his world, to another girl in the world over night. 


It really shocks me. 

And is really is the kick in the guts that I don’t need. 


Not that that was the point of this, but I thought it needed to be said. 


Also, since when was Tails even remotely Irish sounding? SERIOUSLY people. Isn’t it obviously a nick name? Or am I just believing in peoples IQ a little too much? …. though now that I think about it, I probably am a little too gullible when it comes to what I think people are capable of. 


Not that that was the point of this either. 

Moving right along. 


As I was driving home from work flicking through all the songs on my iPod I realised how many I skipped over because of the vivid memories that came with the songs. Is it just me? Am I the only person who has attached such realistic memories to songs to the point I can’t listen to the albums, months and even years after. 

Like Maroon 5 just reminds me of the guy that told me to “never attach memories to Maroon 5 you deserve to keep your favourite band to yourself” and so even two years on I haven’t touched Songs About Jane. 

Or Lifehouse the songs that defined an entire relationship. 

Or American Apparel because even though it wasn’t “our song” it somehow seemed to relate to how we saw each other. 

Or Meet Me In Paris because that was the song that kept us going through my Eurotrip (which now that I think about it completely jipped me of two months of a four month relationship that I think I deserved!) 

Or Trumpets by Jason Derulo because as much as it was crude it was how you showed me you loved me. 

Or Set Fire To The Third Bar because somehow even at 17 I managed to relate the lyrics to me being in Italy and him being in Australia and so far away yet so close. 


You see what I mean? I’ve managed to ruin just about every decent song out there, or at least the ones I actually want to listen to, to the point where I often drive home in complete silence because it’s easier that constantly hitting next on my dash board. 


I realise now there wasn’t really a point to this post more just a general rant about how being a sappy romantic can really suck sometimes. Especially when you are a musician and you live for the one thing you can’t stand. 


Life really sucks sometimes. 


Tomorrow is another day. 


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