The Average Is The Borderline That Keeps

So I'm More At Home With My Backpack, Sleeping In A Hotel Room Or On A Bus Or On An Airplane, Than I Am Necessarily On A Bed. It's Weird Being Here. It Feels Like I'm Standing Next To My Real Life.

If The Truth Is Told How I Want To Be Remembered... As Someone Who Cared. Someone Who Worked Really Hard And Someone Who Didn't Sit Around.

I'm Pessimistic. I Don't Think That Justice Always Gets The Right Person.

Maybe Some Things Are Better Left Broken And Scattered Veiled In Darkness, Secret Bitterness And Self-doubt I Should Have Known Better Than To Start Something That I Couldn't Finish That I Couldn't Care About That I Couldn't Remember Starting In The First Place I Don't Want To Know You You Went Years Without Me You Might As Well Keep Going.

The Idea That Any Performer Type Is Owed Anything Is A Joke To Me.