First Entry...
Well my friend.... the time has come. to raise the roof, to have some fun
Im very depressed. Im living a double life. There are things i dont tell anyone. There are things I like to keep private. There are urges I get to do something bad. Something illadvised. Something risky. Something That is all mine and no body elses.
Lately Ive been hearing music and havent gotten lost in the words. I used to relate alot more. I used to hear a song and get excited. It hit a cord deep within my body. Deep within my mind... I haven't gotten that feeling in a while. I feel I could write a song. From a terribly dark and personal place. Like I could journalize my fears. I could put it all together and make something that could save a life.
I am married at the age of 25... but i still think like that high school kid who was burned at his girlfriends locker. That dread, that dispair. I felt like an emotionally, misery-riden, misunderstood superhero. Like I was the greatest person to have ever lived.
....and it was all in my head.
I can make music, I can make poems.
I can bleed out while nobody's home.
I can wear this ring and show you love
While my heart is being squeezed by the master's glove