Lately, I’ve been noticing a disturbing pattern in my life:
Every time I say “I’m totally over them,” I immediately do something suspicious, like stare at their old texts, check their Newgrounds activity, or convince myself that the message “Seen 2:03AM” actually means something.
The weather’s been unstable too, both outside and emotionally.
Tokyo’s giving me 35°C heat and existential dread at the same time.
Meanwhile, everyone online is either fighting about sunscreen ingredients or reposting memes about being “chronically unwell (but hot).”
Yeah, same.
I went to the conbini the other night to clear my head and ended up buying instant noodles, two melon pan, and a toothbrush I didn’t need.
The cashier gave me a coupon and also, possibly, a knowing look.
It said: you’re not okay, are you?
But that’s the thing about heartbreak, it doesn’t follow logic, it just loops.
So I looped it. Put it in a beat. Drowned it in reverb. Sat with it.
And from that soup of leftover feelings and humid regret, a track was born.
I’m out here making sad R&B beats because someone I liked once liked my social media post and then never liked me.
Relatable?
It’s called "Bring."
And if you’ve ever looked out the window on a hot night, thinking the moon might understand you better than your ex ever did, this one’s for you.
Guidodinho
Never hurts to buy an extra toothbrush. Had me plenty of times where I tossed mine out, going like, lets grab me a nice and fresh brush for the ol' faithfull chompers. And then shit... Forgot to stock up on the basics again...