Roisin Does Advice Now

It gets worse! I call up Roisin like hey, everything hurts, yeh I swear that I am cursed. Once is traumatic and twice is pathetic I know, C’mon, spill me yr secrets, the spells that defeat it, show me how you found the space. Did you climb up a mountain or some shit? Wait! C’mon, seek out the peaks where the signals don’t reach. C’mon, it’s nothing you’d solve with a speech. And Roisin’s like “go be single, stop trying to find yrself in other people”. But I can’t escape the panic, I’m a prepandemic cynic. Roisin’s like “when it works, it feels like magic”. Like magic! A bit dramatic but the universe fractures, the framework collapses! A stone into a lake. Chaos and consequence, watching the water break. C’mon, sound out the bay where the wind whips the spray. C’mon, it’s nothing you’d solve in a day. And Roisin’s like “go be single, stop trying to find yrself in other people”. How I dreamt up something perfect, I’m just not sure I’m deserving. Roisin’s like “it’s the hurt that makes it worth it.” Like magic! And Roisin’s like “go be single, stop trying to find yrself in other people” so I lost myself in music, I mean, I damned the gods with magic. Roisin’s like “when it works it works but lately he’s been such a jerk so I get it, when it hurts, it god damn hurts”