Dear Billie Joe Armstrong,
I've been cracking up lately as I read and research depressive ways- the tests of yes and no's showing major depression and another loss of hope. Let me start with this, I know who you are, I know your band, and I know you've helped me a lot. I would blast American Idiot through the house when I was about seven years old. My grandfather actually gave me your album, which once I grew a bit older was lost amongst the piles in a small storage locker. Almost 2 years from now i found that CD and started listening to it every night. Its funny to listen to something you had no idea of when your older because well i actually have the same experiences protested through song.
St. Jimmy seems to embody everything my father unfortunately was when he would drown himself in alcohol. Johnny was the sober self, Jimmy was the drunken bitter self.It was like the ying/yang of charisma. After two try's in rehab he had actually returned home with no alcohol in his system. The scariest part of it all is that St.Jimmy could comeback, his inferno dying out with a sip of whiskey.
Whatsername seems to embody everything I want to be,though seem to never be obtained.When i imagine Whatsername I imagine a beautiful girl who seems to only be a dream,no flaws only love and rage. A girl who is really depressed, finding a boy to make all disappear. A boy who was all but heartache made the song a negative nuisance that brings me to tears. I wanted to leave so bad,I want to forget so bad...but I'm an idiot as I remember all but the good. I seem to hate myself, lacking the confidence Whatsername owns.I seem to see the world as a hopeless endeavor as I try to hold my head so high.
Billie what is wrong with me?
I can barely ask myself without pointing out the flaws like a loaded gun- Ugly...Bam; Fat..poof; Freak...Boom!
Rage and Love-
K.D.S
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