Help me
I’m living in the past.
and i don’t know how to move on.
I’ve never had this problem before, but suddenly
i feel like everything i’ve ever done wrong is running through my head on repeat,
like a bad record.
It won’t stop, but it’s ruining my present, and consequently my future.
I thought i had gotten over all of these things.
But apparently,
they were just lying in wait.
This is the continuation of the bad day, only expressed eloquently?
Ah, cherie. I’m slightly worried about you. I can’t tell you it’s all going to be okay, because I think that’s a cop out. So, instead, I will do something that’s very me and send you a song. It says what I can’t. It’s called If Winter Ends, by, who else, Bright Eyes. It’s desperation and distortion and beauty. After you’ve done that, you’ll listen to Daisy, by Brand New; more of the same. Then Factory by Martha Wainwright. Then, just for kicks, Falling in Love in a Coffee Shop, by our dear Landon Pigg [If he ever gets married and has a daughter, she will literally be Miss Piggy].
