Have you ever locked yourself in a CR cubicle so you can just cry it out?
I have. Did, actually. Moments ago.
And many moons before now.
I had the mistake of not emptying these ducts that I accidentally let it pour while performing at Van Gogh Is Bipolar last week.
They say it was bare, beautiful, and inspiring. I justified it with other adjectives to make it seem OK, knowing matter-of-factly that it was not ok for me to be seen that way. I don't know, must be an ego thing. Well, I'll feel uncomfortable if an artist I paid to watch start shitting his performance because he can't hold himself together.
Thank God I found the courage to write here again. Been putting it off for reasons other than laziness. Maybe this can temporarily halt whatever that wants to come out.
I am continually finding other reasons why I exist. Sometimes I run out of excuses.
