Light in the Tunnel

A glowing yellow tree next to a brighter going through a hill at night in Albany, California.

When it’s dark outside, the light is in the tunnel instead of at the end. Someone, because of my preference for sad music, called me a sad sack while I was 18 working at a liquor store in New Jersey. Even though they were using the term incorrectly, I knew what they meant. I was often depressed around that age but didn’t know it. I really believed that it was okay to always feel the way I did. After all, there were tons of popular songs written by people who seemed to feel the same way. 


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