It’s a song, by J. Lo. Which I am a little bit ashamed to admit is on my top 25 most played on itunes. (BTW isn’t that the most horrible part of itunes? I have the most epically bad taste in music when it comes to what I will listen to on repeat over and over and over again), but back to the point. This song. This song is my life. FACT.
Seriously, who would have thought J. Lo would be the one to hit the nail on the head? I certainly didn’t. Then again, we both know she didn’t write it, so I’m going to believe it was someone with a little more depth. (But really who are we kidding, I’m relating my life to a J. Lo song and somehow judging her for lack of depth.)
It’s also been out for nearly two years, but it’s on her new album. Re-release? While I ponder the recyclage, have a listen my pookies. Oh yes, I did just call you that. It’s cause I can’t be bothered to say your names. Also, please note the lyrics. They are of course what I relate to, that and the super catchy na nas.
Today I wrote down the things that make me sad. Or rather, the one thing that is the root of my deepest sadness. I wrote it down in a special context, as a way of explaining my reactions and providing a history of the person I am to a person who is very recent in my life. I didn’t send it to him, or tell him about it. I just wrote it down. It made me cry; never ceases to. It also made me think about the person I’ve become because of it.
