new american classic. in it said i needed a book...

there's a song i physically cannot listen to. if i try or even consider playing it i get instantly upset and almost inconsolable. the tie it has to a particular time in my life i just can't think about... and yet i do. i think about it all the time and suffer through the replays of those moments that render me stupid. it's unfortunate because it's a good song but i just can't. sometimes i feel brave and start to listen but i never make it through the first verse. i was once told to allow something like a song affect me that much is stupid; i countered with 'you've obviously never had anything heartbreaking happen and therefore can do whatever you want. bully for you". when i'm feeling particular masochistic, i'll play it and openly sob. maybe it's silly but sometimes it cleanses me and i feel better. i've said too much.