i pretend like adding a comment will make me feel any better, but to be honest the only benefit i get from making this comment is the fact nobody i am close to will see it. i am not okay. i dont know why but i am not and i need to put this out somewhere
I started listening to frank ocean when I met this girl. She had a voice like gold. Like her necklaces. She use to sing to me in a room no one could hear us. She sang frank ocean to me She stood in the rain for me. I loved her. Still, one day she left me. I haven’t seen her in 3 years. I think about her everyday.
The first time I listened to this I was severely depressed and suicidal, I never thought I’d make it to where I am. I always listen to it the night before a birthday because I reflect on how much it’s seen me through an eating disorder, self harm episodes etc. To listen to something I loved when I was so thoroughly broken heals a piece of me every time
