I’m a stuck record. The needle trapped in the same groove, looping back at the end of the song instead of continuing on. Doomed to repeat forever. This isn’t even a good song, which makes it even more bitter. Every day, every week, every year, nothing changes, not really. And when change does come, it’s rarely very good. It’s not progression, all my change is retrograde. I slip backwards, and never move forwards and it’s terrible.
Everyone feels sad sometimes, I guess, but I wonder if maybe I don’t feel it more than others. Heh, I guess that’s just making an argument to myself that I’m special, unique, and should be treated as such.