finding my way through the haze

its been two months of the craziest rollercoaster i ever could have imagined. but i suppose i won't know if i'll regret it until the next two months are done.
all i know is that i miss the london crew, but i don't miss london - i'm loving toronto way too much.
i started smoking again
i picked up all my bad habits since i've been home
smoking.drinking.drugs.bad judgment.you.
these habits mixed together make for one crazy cocktail which tastes so sweet going down, but we'll see what the hangover's like when these four months are done.

listen

We're so helpless
We're slaves to our own forces
We're afraid of our emotions
No one, knows where the shore is
We're divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
The answer it isn't for us
No the answer isn't for us

I'm sorry, two words
I always think after, oh after you're gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
No we, we could, we could hold each other tight
Tonight...


Feist 'so sorry'