I spent about three months in a standstill.

I couldn't comprehend the difficulty in being thoughtful.

Yeah, people are different. I might be an overreactive, provocative shit, but I'll never leave my house knowing it'll be stripping someone else's sleep. That's not being a teenager, that's being hazardous. You become a danger to the other person. You start to show them how much you think of them when you're out, and how little that might seem to them.

No one can stop you from living.
That's a fact, and it's both a blessing and a curse.
If someone told me to drop music entirely, to willingly swallow some sort of amnesia inducing pill and cause a complete wipeout of all my musicality for a good reason, I might just do it. Because music is temporary. Yes, it is my dream. But if my dream is causing pain, why should I be so deluded into thinking it'll be causing me any good? Its hurting someone else. That's all that matters.

Someone else is sleepless tonight.

Don't tell me there's nothing you can do about it.

Stop and think.

Is it fucking worth it...