The dream ended. It's been three days.
It's true. Every song I hear seems to be about me.
It's true. It really does sting in my chest.
It doesn't matter how much I prepared for it, the feeling is still the same.
It's true. It hurts. A lot.
I've been listening to a lot of sad songs.
I've made a playlist. (oh joy!)
"Dance to the morning Light" Slow club
"One more night (your ex-lover is still dead)" Stars
"I don't want to get over you" The Magnetic Fields
"west coast" Coconut Records
"grass stains" Jacob Borshard
"This hearts on fire" Wolf Parade
"Nashville Parthenon" Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
"never meant" American Football
"Tears for Affairs" Camera Obscura
"Let's fall back in love" Slow club
"The summer ends" American Football
"Album of the year" Good Life
"the comeback" Shout Out Louds
"5 years time" Noah and the Whale
"back to you" Coconut Records
"woke up new" Mountain Goats
I keep telling myself that I'm sure we'll be able to be friends. I really hope I'm right on this.
'cause honestly, I'd be a wreck if I knew I'd never see or talk to him again.
I'm kind of pathetic right now.
Getting drunk and pouring out your love to someone doesn't make them like you any better.