I was a fan of Amy Winehouse when ‘Frank’ first debuted and when she was at her best, beautiful and presumably sober. And I was also a fan of hers when she was walking down a London street bleeding from her face and hands after a random fight with her boyfriend in a bar. I was a fan of hers when she left rehab for the first documented time and for the third. I was a fan when people were singing and dancing to ‘Rehab’ at Glastonbury, when she won 5 Grammys and when she got booed off stage at Belgrade. I was a fan of hers when she was a newlywed and when she said the only thing she had to be happy about in life was the salad she was eating. She was a legend when ‘Frank’ was released and she still is, even at the time of her death. I’m not a bandwagon fan, hitch your caboose to the next coming train.
I NEVER gave up on Amy with her since the beginning
I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what's wrong, you can't say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong. You know that feeling? Yeah, it sucks.
Jesus FUCK ….that awkward moment when someone on tumblr finds the words to describe your situation when you cant …