In everyone’s life, bad things happen. You can’t control them, can you? You can control what leads up to them, but you can’t control the situation.

Everyone is bad in their own ways. Like the typical phrase, nobody’s perfect. I accept that I’m imperfect. I’m crazy, weird, shy, aggressive, and unnoticeable. No one really knows who I am, and that’s okay. I am comfortable with what I am and what I’ve done. Not everyone does perfect things. People make mistakes.

You can’t control how people respond to what you say/do.

Stick around, listen to my songs.

Welcome to my head, where insanity meets reality.