Somedays, against all rhyme and reason, you miss old friends and lovers. Even though you don't want to go back. Nostalgia is a bitch.
Somedays you get all emotional over little things and over-react. Somedays it works out. Somedays it doesn't.
Somedays you you can't deal with somebody over-reacting, somedays you can.
Somedays I hate the hold that the past has over me, I wish I could forget things and let go.
Somedays I hate the fact that I can't remember shit and my memory is swiss cheese.
Somedays are good, somedays are bad, and somedays are in the middle. Random.