So it's all here. All the aching and longing for a love that cannot be. All the angst your teenage heart can handle until it's almost bursting. (I have a tear in my eye yet as I type this)
This is the sound of old girlfriends and missed opportunities basted in reverb and guitars. It's a pain that transcends time and place and little things of life like washing dishes or making your bed. Your heart hurts.
You're totally allowed to wallow.
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