“Do you need a hug?”
“You completely lost the point of the first paragraph. No really, how can your train of thought derail so many times in one post? Wait, nevermind.. I do that constantly.”
“Tacos rule.”

And by all that nonesense I actually mean: Look man, I know you’re still draggin’ through the shit here, but I think what’s killing you the most is NOT having your old creative outlet. The music is there and that’s good, but music has become work, whether you see it that way or not. Take that negativity that’s wrapped itself around your life like some restraining wet blanket and unravel it to write something beautiful. Beauty in the sense of how I could stare for hours at rust running along an old pipe, or a ragget skin from a snake or shell from a locust. Something left behind and forgotten, but that hasn’t left this world for the next step. Now that you have less free time doesn’t make it the wrong time, it makes it the PERFECT time. Too much time leaves us indecisive with how to use it, we both work like that. Too little time feeds the stress that we strive on. As you’ve said before in game, “You eat it for breakfast.” I say – pour a bowl, grab a spoon and dig the fuck in.