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.