July 02, 2011|
Got a chicken burger and told it to get ready for a ride. To my bedroom. Drove home and felt passionate, singing Skinny Puppy, which was odd. I don't really feel passion much. I was coming back from working on music and stuff, and I think I felt strongly because I didn't want to. I didn't want to do things. And so it feels like a fight when I do things in spite of my shitty feelings. It feels like a fight. Every time I don't succumb to fear or self hatred, it is a victory. A victory that only I can experience.