Lonesome Dove
Sometimes I wonder about music. Don't get me wrong, I love music, I love lyrics and the connect they create. I love the sound, I love the way they can make me feel calm, or understanding, or just sympathetic. They make me feel normal sometimes. Like what I'm feeling is justified through the words.
But then I find myself wondering if music is just sometimes a form of self pity. I went to bed last night and tried listening to my "sleep" play list. All slow music is sad, I realized. I was trying to figure out why I was listening to it and just started crying like a baby. I felt very self indulgent, like I would be fine if I wasn't listening to this music, to this song about heartbreak. To the words of a heartbroken artist. I just, I don't know. I just, sometimes wonder why I so easily and so unexpectantly slip into this quick form of a deep deep sadness. Sometimes it's okay, and I accept it because I just feel calm and reflective, but sometimes I just wonder why I can so easily get so depressed. I'm not sure. Blah. I feel like I don't belong somtimes. Like I'm out of place... Who knows.
I'm at meal hall with Liz and Colin right now "studying". Toodles, I suppose.
That's all for now.
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