I know, I'm a broken record. One of my tracks got so overplayed that it fused with the track next to it and now all I can produce is the same string of sound over and over again. Language is such a ***** like that. It has grooves worn into it from over use and once you drive into them, you can't easily get out. Talk about my problems? Sure, I have a bunch. All of them fall together into the category of human shit that only humans do. I've got no support network to speak of. A handful of friends whom I seem to be actively trying to alienate via schizotypal weirdness – just being awkward and confusing and projecting a nervous energy at all times. I can't relax. But I want to be a part of other people's lives. I want to share my life with someone. I have no partner, no prospective partner, only candidates that are only candidates in my mind, through the prism of past experiences. Human shit, you know? Delusions and demons. Attention is cheap when you have few people to give it to. You get what you pay for, I guess.
