Why is it when you ask for constructive criticism... people chose to give it on the oddest things.
Suddenly, Twilight and Stephanie Meyer was everywhere and in the sea of fans screaming all over the place, I felt more claustrophobic than Satan in a church pulpit wearin' a goddamn christening cross!
Easy so far, yet suddenly I'm in the coliseum and that fucker called Results is not pleased. His thumb is poised to raise the cage gate on my insecurities and short comings and... FUCK!
In a world where connection is the true currency of our lives... Who am I? Where did I come from? And how can I reach you...?
Welcome to the Cerebral Hedonist's Nightmare... and here comes a triggering thought... ...on drowning...