On Saturday, we go to see Rumours of Fleetwood Mac. My dad's friend plays more instruments than I can count and here's a video I took of the concert on my Instagram. My dad used to sing "Landslide" to me to get me to sleep when I was little, rocking my baby seat with his foot while he played the guitar.
There's something strange in the way I see things recently. It's a struggle to care, because I think of all the times I've cared in the past and it's hurt. Something about the idealism of the way I used to see the world has completely crumbled into the opposite.
These days, when I think of who I used to care about, it's easier not to. I listen over and over again to "Outta Time" by Natalia Kills and wait to feel sad and instead feel nothing.