the living years.

awwww this song always makes me tear! especially this part:
"I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years"

super meaningful and it kinda sends you on a guilt trip when you look back at how you disobeyed and ignored your parents huh.

anyway i hate it when i buy takeaway drinks/food and they don't give me straws or spoons to consume it. wtf, if i wanted to eat with my hands i would have become an indian........(eh, this is not racism, its a fact right.)

i asked my parents if losing our friends is part of the process of growing up. i didn't really get a definite answer but i wouldn't want it to happen to me. my dad said the only time you know if you have friends is at your funeral and by that time it wouldn't matter anymore. loooooool.