It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.
Whenever I'm home, I haven't got any makeup on. But even in the studio, before I do vocals, I put makeup on.
It's a perfect day for letting go.
I never answer if someone knocks on my door and only the band and my manager have my phone number. In any case my phone doesn't ring so I never notice it. I occasionally just walk past and pick it up to see if anyone's there.
There may be said to be three sorts of lawyers, able, unable, and lamentable.
I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.