The bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the inbetween.

Going through my old starred songs on Spotify brings back waves of memories of specific moments. When I think of my first starred songs, I imagine running during cross country season on a path immersed with sunlight and sitting at a booth in Panera doing practice SAT tests. Others remind me of playing cards by candlelight with my family during Hurricane Sandy. Some remind me of sitting in my bed in the dark moping over a boy. There are some that remind me of car rides to anywhere.

Lately I've been having a hard time with existing, but not in a suicidal way. I just feel empty.