We are inherently gloomy people who are weary with all of us humans; what with all our unpredictable moods and fragile emotions that could spark revolutions and break hearts. This is the exact reason why we tend to stay in on Friday nights and avoid rubbing against the sweaty bodies of these kids who have their eyes rolling to the back of their skulls - ecstasy blind and serotonin drunk. Haaayyyy, kabataan.
What we do do tho is lock ourselves inside our caves and treat sad dancing alone in the dark as something like an Olympic sport where we are gold medalists and forever its defending champions. You should try it for yourself, you happy fuck: take your drugs alone, drop that molly inside your own room, hug yourself tight, sway, dance, and peak as this mix guides you through that whole trip.
Congratulations. You are now officially part of the decade of sadness. Just keep on dancing, homeboy. No one's around to tell you to stop.
