Broken Record

I hate this phase in my life where I think every song I hear speaks to me. It makes me feel self-centered, as if the song was written for me. I hate that some of the songs makes me cry, but I love it when they help me lift my spirits up. Just recently, I’ve finally gotten over Urbandub’s Evidence and right now I’m dwelling on Maroon 5’s album, “It Wont Be Soon Before Long”, murdering my ears and my officemates’ ears with two of my favorite songs in the album, Better That We Break and Nothing Lasts Forever. Playing just either of the two the whole day, from 8:30 am to 5:30pm. Talk about torture. Not to mention that when I drive, I only play their album. I think there’s something wrong with me. Acknowledging it though, means I’m not yet hopeless. Hehe.