I haven’t posted here in a long time, but something happened today that feels like a sign.
This morning, I had a panic attack as I got into a taxi. I was trying to calm myself down (though I failed), and as I was bawling my eyes out, the first song that played on the radio was West Coast by Coconut Records — my comfort song throughout 2023.
Mind you, I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Norway. I take a taxi every day, and Coconut Records has never played on the radio before. It might mean nothing, or it might mean something, but I’ve been thinking about it all day, to say the least.














