Listening to a dreary love song circa 1995 reminiscent of Dawson's creek era, probably isn't the best of ideas. In fact anything to do with Dawson's creek is a bad idea really. Someone should confiscate my stash of DVDs, because I don't think they're improving my mood.
Wallowing in melodrama is a repetitive theme down at the creek. What with love triangles, hurricane force storms (yes really, Pacey nearly died!) and Dawson's obsession with, oh everything dreary, I should stop watching it. But I don't. I get sucked in.
I understand Paceys insecurity, and his fear of failing. I like the fact that Andi is on anti depressants too (although she's gone to Italy for a mini break at present, damn her.) I like it that everyone is wearing slightly odd clothes and out of date hairstyles. No-one is tanned or perfect looking, in fact, some of them look a little odd (eg...Dawson..) Every conversation within relationships is analysed and taken apart piece by piece. This makes me feel less crazy, because that's what I do!
Oh its all just too good, honestly. It is.
Or maybe, maybe, I am just stuck in the past. Watching programmes that remind me of a time in my life that I was happy. Content. Torturing myself in the knowledge that I can't get back to that place.