Sometimes it’s really fucking horrible being that person actually noone gives a fuck about unless they want something.
I could literally die and noone would fucking notice for a week.
When I do the laundry: “My entire wardrobe is depressing.”
When I’m at the store: “Do you have this in black.”
Always trying to make it easier for them, but only making it harder. The eternal fate of the humble heart, that sees too deep and loves too much and carries too heavy. What a gracious way of losing.
Jon Hopkins last night was king.