I’m antsy. Life’s too short to sleep. I’ve wished since I was a little kid that sleep wouldn’t actually pass time.

All I ever want to do is listen to music or keep writing music. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day until my brain cells finally expire.

And I have ZERO idea when that’s going to be, so I may as well be of the mindset that it’s going to be in the next 60 seconds, right?

Fucking scary.

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