You broke me from the very first night.
Sometimes, I find a kindred soul in Tori Amos.
Yesterday, I recorded myself singing, and no, you may not hear.
But it sounded awful. And in my head, not like as in ego, but what -I- hear, I sound very damn good. Put it in a recording, and no, not so much. So this will be one of my many torture devices – to hear beautiful music in my head, but being unable to share it.
Last night, I seriously thought about taking my life for the first time in a very long time.
The knowledge that Erika and I would soon be together was the only thing that saved me. That and my love for my grandparents and Chandler.
I know why I thought about it, and it isn’t dramatic, it has nothing to do with anyone or really anything – its a very, very simple reason.
But I went upstairs, watched The X-Files, fell asleep, and here I am.
You’re so endearing, you’re so beautiful.
Well, I don’t look like they do, and I don’t love like they do..
But I don’t hate like they do.
Am I ever on your mind?