I miss the old me... (a sad playlist)
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- Опубліковано 21 лип 2024
- songs to sob your eyes out to at 3 in the morning.
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0:00 Fourth of July
4:39 Lights Are On
7:53 i was all over her
10:34 Advice
13:12 I Bet on Losing Dogs
16:03 Transatlanticism
23:58 A Different Age
30:51 Inside Out
33:12 Constellations
36:55 Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care
38:39 Better
40:18 Goodnight Dad I Love You
43:02 A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut
50:55 Limerence
56:24 retire (final)
59:59 Suicide Cleanup
1:02:21 i miss your warm hands
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Do I? I never liked who i was before, always tried to be someone else and now i am that someone. Yet i look at a mirror and find no satisfaction in who i am. Sometimes i feel like in search for my true self and ended up loosing myself. It feels like To be is no the way to be.
Maybe your voyage is so great that it takes going through every season of change to find its end. If you continue to course correct, you'll have made a map to every beautiful and strange thing there is.
Any good pilot knows where he is going, the best pilots know how to pretend that they know where they're going.
i really do miss the old me, but not in a way that you'd miss a loved one, not in a way that you'd miss your childhood home, nor the way you'd miss a pet you've lost. i miss the old me like you miss a bite of adrenaline, i miss the old me like you miss the autumn during summer, how you'd miss spring during winter. i miss the old me like the bitter smell of rusty exhaust pipes, i miss the old me like the wrinkled smile of grandparents, i miss the old me like the first breath i ever took. yet i can't seem to accept the ever growing feeling of solitude that envelops me whenever i start to wonder about what i could've become. i'm conflicted. as much as i miss the old me, i hate her oh so much. i miss the old me, i miss the fact that i could punish her. i could punish myself. i crave her. i crave myself in a raw and gut wrenching way. it'll never feel the same, i blame her for me turning out like the way i am right now. i feel like i've split into a thousands shards of sharp, broken, glass. i want to piece myself together and turn into the beautiful untouched vase i once was. and i want to smash myself against the wall. i want to show that i could've done that myself. that i could. i miss the old me, i miss the fact that i used to have control, that i used to be able to contain the flowers and water that once filled my glass made body. i feel. i fell from the table i stood on. i wish it was my choice to fall. i would know who to blame, then. i wouldn't be so lost. i would have a purpose. i miss the time i used to have a say. i miss the old me. i'm nothing but a pile of broken glass now, covering everything it touches with small cuts, digging into soft skin and crimson flesh. i miss the old me.
i love you
And now I'm at the end of the video, thank you for the amazing content!
My group has begun using the phrase "In Pointy Hat we trust"
I miss the old me. The one that was happy and didn’t worry so much about friendships ending. The one that didn’t know anything bad of the world. I hate how now I feel sad all the time and when u am happy, it’s only temporary. Thoughts of death flood my head which lead to my late night cries. I miss the old me because I felt genuine happiness.
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