A Long December And There's Reason To

I Think I'd Been Limiting Myself In Some Ways Just Writing In First Person All The Time.

We Waste A Lot Of Our Lives Sometimes. There Are People Sitting Across From Us Who Would Make The Whole World Better If We Spent More Time With Them In It, But We Can't Get Across That Gully.

That's Where The Songs Come From: That's What I'd Most Want People To Understand. What Sounds Good Or Looks Good, That's Nothing. The Only Worthwhile Thing In Art Is Seeing Someone Else's Heart.

You Don't Understand What Makes You Understand What Makes Your Life Better Until You Take Something That Makes It So Much Worse And You Embrace That.

Over And Over Again In My Life, I Find Closeness To Other People And Proximity To Other People Really Painful; That's Part Of My Mental Illness, Social Anxiety. Closeness To Other People Is Really Hard, But It's Also A Shame Because It's All You Want Too. But It Doesn't Always Work.