i. Tragic love stories that demand to be written about are overrated, and often glorified.
ii. A constant consumption of desolate lyrics masked behind hopeful beats maintains a healthy soul.
iii. Pretending to be sad around a person who has lived the meaning of sad will never work out in your favor.
iv. I think I have grown tired of being tired.
v. And also, tired of writing about how tired I am.
vi. Wanted: a person like the one Bright Eyes wrote about in “First Day of My Life.” A sense of direction, compassion, and courageousness is also welcomed.
vii. It’s not beautiful to be sad anymore.