This one’s for you, Violet!
“Don’t tell me to reach for the stars when there are footprints on the moon” …uh, pretty sure that the moon’s closer than any star out there. Jussayin’.
Piano Across America tumblr: "Alot of music now sounds like it was made on a computer. No one sweat it. No one loved it enough. Its like corporate...
Henry Rollins on the State of music today. I like the way he puts it. Its very concise and spot on!
Oh! So true!
Preach on, Rollins. Preach on!
Then again, some music that is made on the…
Unfortunately, this couldn’t be more true.
That’s why I’m posting it.
I just need to get this out: I’m absolutely disgusted with myself in every imaginable way. I hate what I’ve turned into and the fact that I have absolutely no control over it. Whenever I look in the mirror, I desperately want to just punch myself in the face as hard as I can. I never do, though, ‘cause I’m too much of a stupid, sonofabitching wimp.
I remember when I used to actually care about stuff. I had opinions. I was only exhausted when I went to bed later than normal. I was optimistic. I never cried. I was strong; mentally, I was a sonofabitching tank. I wouldn’t have a breakdown every time I tried to think of something I was proud of. I never, in my wildest dreams, would even imagine wanting to intentionally hurt myself. But here I am, wishing I could be someone else for a day just to beat the shit out of me.
What in all fucking hell happened?