I am fucking crazy. You can see it in my writing, my art, my actions, in my fucking skin. Maybe that’s why I’ve gotten along with other troubled souls so well, I am one of them. Normal people are just that: normal people.
Is artist the right word for this? I am out of place in my world as of right now. I’ve had a taste of something close, but it’s just a touch out of my reach. I know it’s out there at least and I will never stop chasing it. My negativity is just a brief glimpse into the world I’ve created inside my own head. I’m sorry that you can’t handle it, and I’m even more sorry that you don’t care enough to try and understand. I truly feel sorry for you.
It all leads back to the same place: I am simply fucking insane.
I am beyond fucking proud. In fact, i’ve never been more proud of someone. I don’t even have words right now, other then I can’t believe that this life is actually mine and i’m just so in shock.
Fall touring season is in full effect. Happy September.