Something's Scraping Behind The Wall...

Its pouring rain outside. I want to stand out there and have it wash everything negative away. But me, being me, won't do that. Because I'm me.



And now, I can't stand this. This eating thing. God, when will I ever stop? What's wrong with me? That's the question I always ask myself. I'm not going to go out there and get help, from you know, a therapist or something. I guess I'll have to help myself, like I always do.

Music has always helped me through... well everything, and its one of my good allies.




Wait, wait, wait,

what is this motivation and where can I get some?