I don't like the synth parts. They annoy me. Otherwise it would've been a mildly acceptable slush-glam-ballad.
I'm still learning that change is good. Even the bad kind of change. When these huge, life-changing events occur, you spent days worrying about how different your life will be. And you get there, and it's actually kind of underwhelming.
Still though. I refuse to let my guard down. You'll never know how much something will hurt you until you're cowering in a bin, covered in fruit peel and vaseline, crying about your lost notebook. Or child. Whatever.
The point I think I might possibly be trying to make is that transitions, change, and pastures new are good. Even though they might seem bad... You will come out the other side a better person for it.
Saying this though, I'll probably amend this tomorrow when I'm in aforementioned bin.
