23, oh 23. Despite actually living out the lyrics of the 2015 Miley Cyrus song of the same name, life has become underwhelming to say the least.

^ So that’s as far as I got writing this lmao. Three years later and things are a LOT better. Something about 23, being pretty fresh out of university and in my first (low paying) graduate role without the fall-back of a student loan… is dark. But there have since been brighter days! The time I began writing this – unbeknownst to me was the start of an almost 3-year musical hiatus. Sure, I dropped Missions but that was more of a place holder to say, “Hey guys I can still rap” rather than an actual era of its own.

Turning 26 was a wake up call; I had spent the last 3 years out of uni relentlessly chasing a corporate career while losing sight of my creative passions, and then I saw a wrinkle on my forehead. Nahhhhh. I need to get to work! Not work-work. But WORK work. Those who know.

All this to say, life gets shitty. Early twenties are the ghetto. It does gets better, but don’t forget to chase your dreams while you’re still hot.

XOXO

The Coldest Ever, Bleu.