freakpirate

I sing a lot when I'm alone. I sing a lot when there are people around. I sing when I'm walking down public streets. Sometimes on the bus. Sometimes in stores. My singing has recieved some very mixed reviews ranging from "fucking hilarious" to "an abortion against music" but that rarely stops me.

The only thing that keeps me from filling this journal with the lyrics that bounce around my brain is the overwhelming desire not to be the guy who fills his journal with depressing song lyrics.

I have lost the outlet that I need the most. My brain is two sizes to big for my head.

Kestrel is the best thing to come out of Texas since... something good that came from Texas.

I have the most fickle self esteem. Some days I'm convinced I'm God's gift to the world. Every man wants to be me and every woman wants to throw themselves at me. Other days I do not understand what my appeal is. Today I hit the extreme on both ends.

I'm praying that I sleep tonight. Not really praying... but strongly hoping. So far it is not looking good. If I'm not asleep by 3 I will probably kill myself tomorrow.