Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn

02/08/24

I’m sorry every song is about you

I need to stop comparing my relationships with those around me to bloodsports. It’s kind of dark 

I wrote another song. I haven’t been writing as much as a few weeks ago. I can’t find much to write about. I have no muse. And yet I will persist. I still haven’t written anything particularly happy. I think that comes with maturity 

For now I will continue to listen to brand new, death cab, modest mouse, dashboard confessional, fall out boy and the lot. I’m only 17. I don’t think you’re supposed to be happy at 17. I think you’re too busy trying to be something else. Something interesting. Something new 

I don’t think there’s anything new. There’s 8 billion people on this planet and there’s been well over 100 billion who have lived before. What could I do that hasn’t been done before and better. I’m just an old soul trapped under new skin. And that new skin is just a collage of my ancestors 

I’m still looking for something that feels old but is new

Something borrowed, something blue 

I won’t waste my favourite lyrics on you

It’s bad when songs written about breakups start to sound like us 

You couldn’t let me have just this once, could you? I wish you hated music. Then I could be a protest that you could ignore. Then maybe we’d both be happy in our ignorance. 

Stop using the kids as some bait to catch me. They’re not my kids and I’m not vermin. You shouldn’t need to catch me. 

They’re going to grow up to hate me 

You were right 

Tonight, tonight 

New album 

Old feelings 

Old album 

New feelings 

Nothing ever changes but one day I will realise everything is different 

The more you grow the less you feel 

Isn’t is crazy that one day someone will be nostalgic for this kind of life at this time

Isn’t it crazy that person will be me

Hope you’re all ok

Northern downpour sends her love