Yeah, it’s old—like, grandma-needlepoint-pillow old—but there’s a reason it’s survived every heartbreak playlist and moody journal since forever.
Why’s it work? Well, pain feels endless when you’re in it. Like, you’re stuck in a loop of sad indie songs and existential dread. But honestly? Nothing lasts forever. Good or bad. The storms roll through, and eventually, the sun drags its lazy butt back up. So, hang in there. Ride it out. Sooner or later, you’ll be laughing about how dramatic you got over your ex’s stupid text. Or maybe not laughing, but at least you’ll be okay.
Seriously, if you’re feeling like a soggy towel, just remember: it’s temporary. Even the worst days have an expiration date.
