It's crazy how you can go from wanting to see someone everyday and needing to talk to him or her everyday, for two years of your life and then one day the person is non-existent to you. The idea of this just crossed my mind and I'd rather write it down now and rid it from my brain than have it dwell in my subconscious and run the risk of opening that part of my emotions that I would like to keep hidden from myself for as long as I can. I've done such a great job of blocking it out, that I don't even remember the day (or care to), shoot, I barely remember the month.
But something even more baffling, yet amazing at the same time, is how music can bring you back to a certain memory or feeling. For the initial stages of my break up, the only thing I listened to was Frank Ocean's Channel Orange. Then I found out everything else that was going on and suddenly it represented the culmination of all of my emotions. Thankfully Kendrick Lamar's good kid, maad city came out a week prior and I submerged myself into that. Today someone tweeted a lyric from Super Rich Kids. I loved that song. But for the life of me, now I can't listen to it. I can't listen to that whole album. And actually, the more that I think about it that actually pisses me off. I just wonder how long it will take before I can hear it again and be absolutely ok. But for now, or any time soon, I won't be testing anything out.
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