In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
It's also not true
So, with the help of a stander, I stood for the first time today since the accident.
And how did that go, farmboy?
Hard, man. Fuckin' hard. Sometimes I feel like I'm never gonna walk again, and I don't want to think that, 'cause it's dangerous to think that. It's also not true. But, fuck, man, I started fuckin' crying, man. I am so fuckin' weak.
It's okay, farmboy. You've been through a lot and you've spent a lot of energy forcing yourself to be positive. Something like this was bound to happen sooner or later.
I haven't been that positive, man. I've gotten depressed and lonely a couple times.
You've basically gone through a traumatic experience, farmboy. Stop being so hard on yourself. You can't afford it right now. Give yourself a break and move on.
Yeah. I know that's what I'm gonna have to do. I gotta move on.
Tomorrow's another day. You're finished with the first time. You never have to do that again.
Well, that's a good thing. I hope I can sleep tonight. Tomorrow's waiting.
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