I wrote this a while back about the first and second half of this experience, we’ll call it, within the context of Addison Rae’s Diet Pepsi and Lana Del Rey’s music and the pressures of growing up. Lately I’ve been reflecting on my repression of desire and back on my Lana shit so I don’t even know how I feel about it anymore but it should be an interesting read. I think I was cooking but I should probably look at it again myself and consider any pieces that may have been missing then in my mind at the time I wrote it