See above.

I have finally begun another piece. It still needs several hours worth of work but I am excited about it. Anyway, I hate my life and I want to die. (Not really)

Every Day

I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I am still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know
I don't know what else I can do!

I feel as though I am spending a really long day at the beach, with a little shovel and pale, trying to make sand castles. Thus far they have all been tiny little things that struggle against each little wave. Yet, I can't build anything bigger because I havent the right tools or material, so I find myself not wanting to bother. However, I think that I can build anything I want if I only try, I just need to make myself believe.

It never really stops, it just keeps on going
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

I am going through another climatic music shift. I am starting (again) to listen to deeper and more subdued songs, instead of the death metal, punk, ska trip phase I have been going through.

Still working on WIP.