—i'm tired of prerending this song isn't good. I wish I had enjoyed it thoroughly when it came out. I wish for a lot of things these days actually. This mercury retrograde has been beating my ass with regrets about what I should've done—sending that rascal (lovingly) Justin Bieber and his endless roster of songs to torment me. —Not all faults are subjected to that man, I just happened to associate almost every single crush (and failed talking stage) with his songs. —Perhaps tonight, I'll take it slowly ; step away from the phone and resist the urge to hit up just about anybody because of nostalgia.