The parts of your life that you’re sure are supposed to pass like summarising montages at the end of a television episode with a melancholy yet hopeful soundtrack. But they don’t. And you just have to struggle painstakingly through them in silence and alone.*
*I apologise I can confirm that I will kick out any self indulgent emo warblings in around 2/3 weeks. For now please just quietly accept my need to vent.



