So I’m really not a big fan of school, and I never have been. But if I could go anywhere, I’d go there. Berklee College of Music in Boston. Dreams.
Writing songs is like ringing out my brain.
Thank god. I can’t be in my head forever. One day my life will be played out in songs on the radio that you’ll know the words to. I know I said that this is a pointless statement before, and it is, but denial is so confortable. Things will get better. They just have to.
I’m being consumed. I’ve been thrown out into the open and I only have the ambition to care half the time. I’m so alone, so painfully alone. I have no money for gas but I would leave if I could. “I’m not feeling well.” The only things that keep me here are my own cliches. You can only say that things will get better for so long before you realize how full of...