𝕳IS INTENTION WASN'T to fuck all this up. to fuck all he'd been working for up. he didn't want to do it on purpose. he didn't want to put himself in a position where his angel would get scared and drop everything she was doing to go see him. wasn't what he was meant to do.
hypothetically speaking, you could say it's what angels were for. but she shouldn't have to do that. have to burden herself with what he had going on.
he didn't want to feel dependent on her either. but he was already in his fucking head, had been for a couple months now.
wondering about the future, what people were demanding from him, the multiple shows and festivals he had lined up, the fact that the label weren't too happy with what he'd recently released. suffocating him, crushing his creativity into this digestible ball to mass produce and throw out at the anticipating consumers.
