Dear Future ***-up Self,

I hate you. You can't do shit. All I've ever wanted is to make music, listen to music, and be happy. Yet, I fail. On the first one no less. I can't even make music. I don't want fame or money or any of that sellout shit. I just want to help people, but I can't do that when I can't even help myself. I wish I could... but I can't. So here I am griping to myself getting even more depressed than...
January 24th, 2011 at 06:33pm