"Always had high, high, hopes," she sang. Along to a playlist she had created out of an anxious impulse. She makes lists when she's anxious.
She wished she could follow the song's philosophy, but she was not one to hold high hopes. She once had, but somewhere along the way, things got a little...off track.
She feels guilty. She wishes she had those high hopes. She wishes she had followed her dreams. Maybe she'd be happy right now. Maybe she'd be doing what she always wanted to. Maybe she'd be still trying to do what she always wanted. But now she feels it's too late.
"This is my roaring, roaring 20's," the artist sang.
"Goddamn," she thought. "I'm so fucking glad he added this to the setlist."
She hopes she can attend his concert exactly a month and one day from where she sits. But that's kind of what she does. She hopes, hopes, and hopes. But she never does.
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and in an unsurprising chain of events, she didn't go.
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feb 2nd & march 8th, 2019
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KH
