Was I the betrayer or the betrayed? Was it grief or guilt? How was I to know?
Of youth, cluelessness, boredom, illness, worry, death, gossiping, depression, powerlessness, blades, letters, angst, obscure books, friendships and lack thereof, music sheets, secret corners.
11 tracks for my 13-year-old self. Some I liked at the time, some didn't yet exist.
Title: Sylvia Plath's "Mad Girl's Love Song"