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Sad sad sad. Is it possible for me to get out of a hole that I dug for myself? Of course. Likely? Almost.
I need to either stop listening to emo or I need to be a happier guy. It doesn't make me feel any better to listen to this melancholy, depressed music all the time, but I can't help it. I love it. I love feeling secure in the knowing arms of a melodic antihero who knows nothing but failure, and that failure is what his success is built on. In a strange, ironic way, that alone gives me hope for just about everything I devote my attention to: success stepping on the back of failure. It's like exploiting yourself. |
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