Life at 23 is a continuum, a rat race without an incling of success, or happiness until heavy sedation. Constantly fighting the feeling of not being good enough for anyone including myself and at moments using that feeling to push yourself into the next thing. Lost at sea.
Little things out on all platforms at 12 tonight. This song was the last song I made in the green room studio before I moved to Nashville, and it will always hold a special place in my heart. Made it sick out of my mind and in 2 hours.
It’s not fun when the thoughts that come into my own brain I sometimes trust less than the people who have given me a reason not to trust their word time and time again.
I’m gonna tell yall something… and this is gonna be funny in like 2 years. But, I got 15 monthly listers, 200 followers on IG. But I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna be one of the best artists to ever do this shit… and no one could tell me otherwise.