stop crying your heart out
The very worst days of my life were also the very best. Being miserable and exhilarated at the same time. Standing on the of corner of Princess Street, looking up at a sky that tried to be light but couldn’t and thinking “This is you, all by yourself…and every bit of it is wonderful.”
Oasis always reminds me of those early days in Manchester, when I first kicked off the hills and became myself.