All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
This week has been one of my lowest. I just hung on without wanting to. I’m ready for different days. I’m so afraid to tell my ex that we are moving. It’s an hour and a half away so he’ll still see the boy every other weekend but I’m so afraid he’ll put up a fight of some kind. I have no fight left in me. I have nothing left to fight with. Nothing.
I’m so depressed. I keep having nightmares that are only slightly worse than my waking life.
—Happy With Me
Happy With Me • Holy Child
This is indie pop at its finest. Think Grouplove meets MIA in a tangled twist of rad anthemic production.