eclectic

hello, it’s monday, may 30th, 12:45 AM. yes, finally, may. i don’t know, i just felt like writing something, i’ve been feeling the urge all night. i love how listening to a certain song (sometimes over and over again) can influence and alter what i write, and of course they have to be sad, boohoo waawaa songs so i can get all deep and nostalgic inside. happy songs just don’t do the trick. hmm, well, now i don’t have a clue what i want to say; and yes i took a long pause before actually saying i don’t know what to say, which seems a bit redundant and now i sound like i’m rambling and yes, i am.

and now i just noticed that it’s actually june soon so “yes, finally, may” no longer applies. 

Can facebook stop telling me to help my mom find her friends?