to the gods who hate me...
music... i hate music. it's never treated me right and i blame it for all of my problems.
and yet, i'll never give it up. it'll just die right before my eyes and then i'll forever miss it.
i, above all other people on this planet, understand the concept of a writing block. so maybe i'm overreacting, but i'm very angry with music. it's not doing what i want it to do, but... i'm probably just mad at myself for being just a naive piece of shit who can't seem to grasp anything beyond his own conceit. or maybe that's what i wan't everyone else to believe? i'm really a scared little boy trying to do something to make everyone who ever thought less of me live comfortably under my feet. there we go... i feel better.
and yet, i'll never give it up. it'll just die right before my eyes and then i'll forever miss it.
i, above all other people on this planet, understand the concept of a writing block. so maybe i'm overreacting, but i'm very angry with music. it's not doing what i want it to do, but... i'm probably just mad at myself for being just a naive piece of shit who can't seem to grasp anything beyond his own conceit. or maybe that's what i wan't everyone else to believe? i'm really a scared little boy trying to do something to make everyone who ever thought less of me live comfortably under my feet. there we go... i feel better.