I want to heed Dolly Parton's advice by "Better Get To Livin", but like the Dixie Chicks, I'm "Not Ready To Make Nice". Maybe this is "Prelude to A Kiss" like Alicia Keys sang. I'm not sure. But all i know is, during night time, Kelly Clarkson's "Irvine" creep its way into me. So this is me desperately trying to pen down what i'm feeling in the simplest form possible to me. And i'm not going to talk about it. Seriously, in all honesty, i hate it when i become emo-momo.