sixteen on seven september two'o'nine.
i'm with a sucky attitude and i'm crazy.
I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? "Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?"