Phoebe Bridgers Is My Own Personal Torture Machine

<p>I am sad, numb, trying to hold on to things that once made me feel alive. And, as the Goo Goo Dolls dramatically sang, &ldquo;you bleed just to know you&rsquo;re alive.&rdquo;</p> <p>Whenever I feel like emotions are a thing of the past and as though someone has scooped the Matilda out of me, that&rsquo;s when I put on my chunky headphones, lay half-naked on my bed, and listen to&hellip;</p> <p><em>Phoebe Bridgers.</em></p> <p>Of course, once I&rsquo;m done listening to all of her albums (starting with the one that feels most like a kick in the stomach,&nbsp;<em>Stranger in the Alps</em>), I then move on to Mitski, the Japanese House, the 1975, and so on. I am starting to unironically believe it&rsquo;s a form of self-harm, because every time I feel like I want to die, all I can do is just&nbsp;<em>add</em>&nbsp;to that feeling by dragging myself deeper through the mud with Phoebe&rsquo;s gut-wrenching music.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/three-imaginary-girls/phoebe-bridgers-is-my-own-personal-torture-machine-c3afc6e23f5a"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>