Sad Songs for Rainy Days

Being sad may be one of the worst feelings out there. But then, there comes a moment when you just want to listen to gloomy songs even though you don’t feel sad at all because, say, the weather is perfect for listening to sad songs. Here are the 10 “sad” songs that I listen to whenever that moment comes.

Browse through the list, read through my understanding of the songs if you’re into that, and let’s drown in melancholy together.

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Dianne Impulsively Buys Stuff

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This is not a haul blog post. This is a shame post.

I am shaming myself for buying things that are completely unnecessary in my life right now and I hope that when my future-self sees this, she cringes at me for being the impulsive buyer that I swore I never would be.

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A Letter to the Shy Kids™

I was a shy kid. But unlike many shy kids, I was never able to grow out of it even after puberty. It was then when I realized this shyness isn’t just a phase—I was born with it, and I’ll most likely die with it.

Which isn’t really a bad thing, as long as I don’t let it take over my life, right? God, if only it were that easy.

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A Smol Bean’s Dilemma

People always tell me that I should take it as a compliment when I, a 21-year-old college student, am mistaken for a 12-year-old (or below). It means you’ll look young when you’re 40, they say. People would envy you, they say.

But other than that, what other good things should I be seeing here? Because from what I have and am experiencing, there are more cons than there are pros.

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Late Night Monsters

Why is it that a thing so small can become such a big deal to me?

See, there was this thing. And then as the minutes went by, I started to feel unsettled. It’s as if this thing was subtly getting bigger and bigger and I only realized that it had become massive when I was already sobbing silently—uncontrollably—as my throat closed up and the muscles in my head and neck tensed. There was no noise, yet somehow everything felt loud and chaotic.

But it was a small thing. In reality, everything was the opposite of what I was feeling. For that, I felt pathetic.

As my mind slowly went back to its normal state, I realized that I had impulsively broadcast my instability to the virtual public and now I have to clean up my mess tomorrow morning.

God, Dianne, I hear Regina George yell, you are SO stupid!