It's almost the new year, fuck.

I think I'm very sad.

I used to be pretty good at just... sitting with my sadness and experiencing it. I think I've gotten worse at it. The cost of constantly striving towards productivity, possibly? Either way, it's time for me to practice it again.

Where's all that beautifully romanticized sad media I consumed as an angsty teen?

Luckily, the atmospheric playlist I made for The Flower of Fairmont is actually, uh, sad as fuck?