Telling me to do the right thing is like telling a blind man to take a good look into the mirror - as much as I'd like to it's simply impossible and the mirror's just looking at me.

My love is a framed painting on the wall. If it fell down and broke. It makes me think. It's easy to get a new frame and just hang the slightly damaged picture back on the wall. But most likely it will fall down again and again until the picture is more than slightly damaged. A better way to fix it is to paint it again from the scratch. This time using true colors. But to do that you also need to learn to paint, and to do that you might need some time alone to exercise. If you're not happy with the new painting, throw it away and paint something else instead but remember always to use true colors.

Whatever happens next will be scary and new.

I'm uploading a demo version of a song called "So far, No good" that is pretty relevant to me right now. It has no drums but fuck that. You'll get the idea.