sometimes you remember how life used to be, the way you wanted it, when everything was going perfect. not a CARE in the world. but then, something happens when your glass is full, someone just empties it , pokes at it, lets it drain until you have nothing left. and you look inside yourself look for an answer. why is this happening, when everything is going good why does someone else have to just make it worse. but then the cycle begins again, and your happy, after rain comes a rainbow, but doesn’t that mean rain comes around again?
