I go eat a sandwich for lunch and have a milk shake and miss going to the gym for 10 days, and somebody snaps a picture of me on the beach, and all of a sudden, I've lost it. Why do I need to be perfect all the time?
I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.
I'm into music for all different sorts of purposes.
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