I am mere days away from commemorating my official entry into the exhilarating world of drinking-age singles, AKA my one year anniversary of getting myself out of an emotionally abusive relationship.
I just remember singing that Anna Nalick song to myself over and over. I’m horrified at knowing who Anna Nalick is, owning at least one of her songs, and admitting this openly on the internet (yes, even under a penname, even on a tumblr that NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT).
And yet I will post said song here as a reminder that no matter what has or will happen in my love life, I’ve already hit bottom. I mean, what could possibly be worse than turning to ANNA NALICK for comfort? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THE HELL SHE IS?
