Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Let me say that I was born with a preternatural sense of suspicion. I'm just now realizing that I have been instinctively protecting myself for years with no apparent starting point to it all. My therapist asked me once if I could recall a specific traumatic or life-changing event from my childhood or adolescence. I failed to mention anything because my childhood was made of barefoot summers and runny ice cream cones, the stuff kids are made of, perfection.

This is me, cheating an entry.

A playlist; I'll give you one guess. Song by song, songs that I felt said it all at various points. Some then, some now. Being vague is my specialty.

1. Evening Kitchen by Band of Horses - And if you're ever left with any doubt, what you live with and what you'll do without, I'm only sorry that it took so long to figure out.

And might I add, (by stringing together lyrics from two other songs just to get a message across) it's ok because : I know you tried, I know you're cursed, I know your best was still your worst.

Oh, and lastly, don't think twice, it's all right.