"Cranes in the Sky" is EASILY one of the best-written songs about depression/heartbreak/loss ever. Despite all of her efforts to distract herself, the pain/loss was constant.
On my birthday this year, while we were still laying in bed, my partner pulled out a list of every single thing I accomplished since my last birthday and read it to me, btw.
No amount of hate will ever make me hate myself. You can say whatever you want, but I will never change who I am- I love my skin, I love my body, and I love myself. So, what now?
You are totally making things up. I’m not even worth $1 million. Nor even $500k. I don’t even own a house! I am one of the lowest net worth members of Congress, trade no stock, and take no outside income.
My filings are public. I loathe corruption, and your lying is disgusting.