“I had a whole other life, you know,” I have to bite my tongue from saying to every new person I meet. A life where I had a little freedom, a little love, a little apartment of my own. I was married, I find myself compulsively explaining. "
Felt every syllable of this. We weren't married, but close enough. That compulsion ebbs (slowly) with time, and the new chapter becomes the default narrative.
God damn. I had kind of feared that this newsletter was defunct, but holy smokes what a piece. I know the feeling too. Also excellent album.
What a piece!!! Great job:')
“I had a whole other life, you know,” I have to bite my tongue from saying to every new person I meet. A life where I had a little freedom, a little love, a little apartment of my own. I was married, I find myself compulsively explaining. "
Felt every syllable of this. We weren't married, but close enough. That compulsion ebbs (slowly) with time, and the new chapter becomes the default narrative.