journal seven.

Dear That Certain No One In Particular,

I’m sitting at a really long, solid wood desk on the lower floor of my fancy office situated amongst the expensive high-rises on 5th Ave trying to figure out how to work this platform all my tasks run on and unfortunately just getting more confused in the meantime. I’m listening to my “weekly discover” on Spotify. Some weeks it doesn’t hit, but this week it does. I like all the songs so far, despite the fact I’ve only heard the first two. They’re a slow type of vibe, and I like those kinds — those sad songs. They remind me of you, and I want to send them your way. I think you’d possibly like them, too, but I don’t think you’d appreciate these recs in the same way you would have all those moments ago.

But since this will hopefully inevitably probably get to you, maybe you could search up “Are U Human?” by 30 and River Beats. Let me know what you think, yea?

Signed,

Not Really Yours Anymore Not That I Ever Was

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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