I have a headache and Iām listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell. It makes me feel less crazy. Your poetryās bad and you blame the newsĀ is perhaps the greatest line to ever be written in music. Yes, in all of music. I think it might be actually the greatest song. The one that goes so well with my sadness. Itās been a sad year. The world would be significantly less okay if Lana didnāt give us her music. I firmly believe in that statement. Why wait for the best when I could have you. Talk about a line. You color me blue. I think every man Iāve ever had feelings for has colored me blue. Is it even possible to find one that doesnāt? Perhaps I will just be sad forever. Eternal sadness used to be something Iād so easily strive for. Maybe growing up means not wanting to be sad all the time. But in giving up eternal sadness does that mean Iāll be chasing happiness forever but never truly reaching it? Fuck Iām fucking sad.









