I Feel That If I Can Show

I Do Yoga, I Do Bikram And I Run, And I Eat Really Healthy.

It Was My Delusion And Naivety That Brought Me Here.

I'd Wear Any Of My Private Attire For The World To See. But I Would Rather Have An Open Flesh Wound Than Ever Wear A Band Aid In Public.

Fashion Is That Thing That Saved Me From Being Sad.

Basically I Can't Sleep Without Every Single Song I'm Writing Repeating Endlessly, But I'm Loving It Again. Embracing The Torture, As I'm Assaulted By My Own Thoughts. Like A Locust Giving Birth To Earworms. Eeeeew!