... a big steaming pile of pathetic.
Somebody help me. I'm on the rebound (longer than I should be), my Berklee stuff is falling apart before my eyes (hopefully to get pieced back together), and here I am alone in my apartment not really doing a damn thing.
I'm not falling for it anymore. I'm not falling for you, or you, or you. I'm just moving. 1000 miles away. You can't find me there, right? read more »