I need something good to happen for my music. Fucking anything. Just something good. Please. Whatever powers there are in the universe. Please. Something needs to go my way. Anything. Please.
The stress kills me sometimes. On occasion I wish the outside world would understand the massive piles of stress that weigh us down every few weeks. But regardless of whether the world understood or not, it wouldn’t change the facts. I need you to know that your time IS coming. Years from now we’ll be able to look back at these days and be nothing but thankful for how far we’ve come from where we are today. You are a talented, brilliant gentleman and someday soon the world will see that.
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