things be fallin
yes sir. they are falling apart. it's crazy how much things have changed in two weeks. not even, a week and a half. well, two weeks is safer i suppose, if you're looking for maximum changing. all that i have, at least i know i have, is music. that's the only constant in my life. without it, i'd probably be doing drugs. or alcohol. or smoking. or not sleeping. or sleeping all the time. or not going to school. or never comming home. or some other harmful action upon mine body. for those of you who aren't musicians, and that's probably most of you who bother to read this stuff, you really don't understand. and it's impossible to understand unless you become a musician. music is so expressive, it's so relaxing. it takes your mind off of all the shit that happens, and you can let out your anger in the keys. i play the piano (duh), and i love it. aparently i have a "talent" at the thing. i just think i'm good. that's all. but the moral of this story is...no wait, i don't need a moral. i can write whatever i want, and not have to justify it. so, i'll stop now.