Sometimes I dust things with my hands. Sometimes everything I own gets dusty because I don't.
Sometimes I use a lamp as a coat rack. Sometimes I use it for light.
Sometimes three months after I run a marathon, running 2.3 miles on a treadmill kills me. Sometimes I don't even try because it's too unbearable.
Sometimes I'm sick of all the music I own. Sometimes I hear a song that lights a fire in me.
Sometimes I sit around and wait for people to hang out with me. Sometimes I force them to.
Sometimes I text incessantly. Sometimes I'm bad at responding to texts.
Once, I learned how to play the song that the title of this post comes from on the piano. It's by Britney Spears; I was in fifth grade. I can't play the piano anymore.