but we both know that I’m not that strong.”

For as long as I could remember, I was never able to answer the question, “What’s your favorite song?” I’d answer generically. “I have so many!” “I don’t have one.” “It depends on my mood.” But really. All those are lies. And I didn’t realize I was lying up till now.

My favorite song makes me feel something other songs can’t. It just stirs a part of me that lays dormant until I hear the first utterance of ‘Katie, don’t cry..’ It makes me feel wistful, empty, alone, and exuberant all at the same time.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment in time I heard Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade, but I know when I did, something instantly struck me. I was so inspired and my inspiration flooded paper. Miserable at Best inspired my first completed written work during my freshman year of high school. And that’s something. I have commitment issues when it comes to my projects. I followed through with this one and I’m so attached to it, even now - it’s my baby. I’ve been planning on going back to it and sculpting it to perfection. I will. I want to. Eventually.

I don’t know why I’m rambling about a song. Ok. Bye.