It’s funny how life kicks you in the ass twice at the same time. While all you can do is keep on repeating that shitty heartbroken song over and over.

So that you’d be reminded that everything is not over. Yet.

It’s about the past: long-lost friends, nagging ex-es, memories you tried so hard to get rid of but you just simply cannot

It’s about present: constant reminders that you are simply inept; tasteless days, insipid deeds, so you’re craving more and more flavoring. Salt, that is. Damaging your senses.

It’s about future: greyish. Unlikely to be potent.

Oh, yeah. Life is funny like that. That kick is yours to squeeze, my dear.

*courtesy of Fleetwood Mac.