Feb 02, 2009 18:22
Music - The original drug.
Must get back to my roots.
When there is jungle, dnb, or any other faced paced broken beat present on the airwaves, I need no substance to attain a state of ecstacy.
I remembered my sadistic side again on Saturday, the part of me that is entertained by people who severely fuck themselves up. This must be part of caretaker instinct I have as well, that I have neglected way too much.
I need to help. My life is empty if I am not helping improve something.
I must embrace both of these parts of me, for one I find true happiness in and the other is great for a laugh or two before the 'IM HELPING' instinct kicks in.