I guess if something so small hidden underneath the great expanse of everyone else's agenda can mean so much to me - all the so so small things - that accounts for something. I just don't see the importance most people imagine their life holds; that they attempt to project on others, the rest of the whole world. Our lives are not so dramatic, our goals rarely mean much. This is ok, but I wish everyone could just shut the fuck up. You know?
THINGS SHOULD.. MAKE YOU HAPPY
It's what I want to be, but you know
Nothing I make means anything to anyone anymore! I started to spill my guts into something something a love project and then I hear oh god nfuckingfuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I am so stupid to think I can have the things that I want
I am so weird and disgusting; I know this now and I am not ready to know
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this post was quite the rollercoaster, covering the whole emotional spectrum. I hope things aren't too bad up there
I was just wondering how you've been and if you've been creating any music lately
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