I really, really do. It's kicking my metaphorical ass that I'm in the funk that I'm in, and I hate to blame it on any one thing.. because it's everything and nothing.

I'm alone now. While I know that physically this isn't true, mentally it so is. I've delved back into my artwork and my writing and I've noticed a frightening trend with myself. I ( Read more... )

I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground.
I'm hearin what you're sayin' but I just can't make a sound.
Tell me that you love me, then you go and cut me down?

But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry, but didn't think I'd turn around
and say....

It's too late to apologize. It's too late.
I said, it's too late to apologize. Too late.
Too ( Read more... )