I once shared this with someone like I never thought I would. Music was our thing. Although music was a big part of my life for 37 years, I don't really want much to do with it anymore.
I'm okay (please I need a hug) Bipolar feelings
unknown to those who do not know them well - they hold themselves to an even higher standard than they do others - which is nothing less than the standard of perfection and internalize failure in a deep and hidden way." This me!
I was stupid. In the end, he's just a lying piece of shit.