I was painting a stand for some cake pops I had just baked since I had given up on knitting. I know. Knitting. Fucking sad. But I was looking for a hobby to occupy my time so the depression wouldn't sink in. I had just gotten out of a serious relationship. I needed to find music that wasn't tainted by memories of our relationship. When this song came up, I was brushing teal to the melody, singing the words without missing a beat and eventually dancing in my chair. That was the first time I had truly enjoyed myself in weeks. I remembered that I'm 21 not 81 and started regaining parts of myself that I had lost. Your twenties are when you're free to do dumb shit like get drunk and fall in love with the wrong people. Eventually, you have to grow out of it but that doesn't mean you can't make something beautiful out of your fuck-ups. So I will. 

 

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