It's nice to be reminded that I still know all the words to My Immortal by Evanescense from those funny safe days from a few years ago now. I've already told you what I miss and why and now it seems like I can't really say any more about it. And it's way past my bedtime again and I'm wide awake, not sure if it's got something to do with the coffee I'm drinking or the company I'm keeping or the music I'm making.
Feeling things, feeling things! Why! If I wrote a song for every time I felt something huge I would have a back catalogue to rival that of Rick Astley (who was surprisingly prolific, mind you). But there's only so many times you can sing the same lines before it they get old or stale or something, even if the feeling never goes away. This business of feeling things, I don't know. It's too much.
My Dad rubbed my neck today and told me how performing will make me exhausted emotionally and physically and I kind of got it. And a lot of people have told me that I've 'got it' but I don't even know what 'it' is, not even close, and I just sit in my room reading my old diaries trying to scrape together words for something that's a mess, unfinished, and kind of lame and people are saying that I've 'got it'? I know I've got a few things, like craziness, and melodrama, and dorkiness, but which one is 'it'?
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