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Music is the weirdest thing.

There are some moments whenever I am listening to an album or song that I particularly enjoy, where I suddenly feel an intense feeling of sadness. It usually doesn't matter what the tone of the song is, it could even be Mr. Fucking Blue Sky for Christ's sake. I start to think, maybe it's my life situation, maybe it's the fact that I spend the majority of my time worrying about school or my fractured family life. Maybe it's just the fact that I am lonely. In whatever case, there are just these few and far between instances in which I just get run over by listening to music, and there doesn't seem to be a solution besides the depressing and pretty disgustingly cringe method of imagination. I simply imagine myself listening to that exact same song, with someone by my side. Someone I care about, and who cares about me. Someone who wants to listen to what I want to listen to, someone that cares about how I feel. Someone that wishes to waste this time alone in bed with me instead of doing something in solitude.

It makes me feel happy for such a sweet few seconds.

But then it goes away. I sit alone in bed and realize that nothing changed. My life remains stagnant. I continue to drudge towards a goal of self actualization that will never be achieved. And then it just hurts harder. And the music just powers that hurt, it amplifies it and reverberates it continuously.

Man, I fucking love music.