my pride just took a punch.
and however necessary that is, from time to time, i really thought i was being helpful.
i really thought i was being 'encouraging'.
i really ought to stop thinking.
the truth is, that old demons have been resurrected.
this could get interesting.
there's nothing i can't handle, right?
i keep telling myself that.
also. i can't stop listening to nirvana.
and mumford and sons.
and the blues.
i have the weirdest of combinations.