I bought a gun and chose drugs instead.
I'm thought of as this pissy, complaining, freaked-out schizophrenic who wants to kill himself all the time.
A friend is nothing but a known enemy.
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are
Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.
I don't understand anything technical about music at all. I don't understand any of it, why you can't put these sounds together with those sounds. I only know what sounds good.