This account is made to chronicle my life, yes, me, a single simple tape. The only one of my kind, filled with tragedy and... and... dammnit Building what word am I looking for? I'm flaking out here....

 It was dramatic though, right!? I mean it sounded cool until I fucked it up but, whatever. Anyways, my name is Tapes; and uh, well. I'm a tape. I mean obviously I'm human now, but there was a point I was a tape; or at least, I think so. I don't know, it's been a while. Anyways, uh... yeah. Building anything to say/write or whatever?

 
I'm pretty sure that you're kind of the personification of tapes as a whole. Like, many a tape. And I'll be honest there are a lot of words you could have been looking for. Heartbreak? Disaster? Failure? Just, do a little hair flip and press the back of your hand to your forehead, that'll work.
I'm Building. Yes, I was once a building. Yes, my hair is natural. No, I don't fucking know why. But it was a curse back in the 50's, I can guarantee you that.