You have some dark stuff in your past. It lives in your head way too much ... you start to feel that you can tell who else feels this way. You know that people kill themselves over this and you use your time playing live to try and make it so you reach these people in hopes they will feel even 1% less alone. You love your family so much but it doesn't lessen the pain, it doesn't lessen the confusion. Those are Ghosts, man.
When you were a kid you had a vague confused notion of sex. You started to think that sex must really be bad. But later on, you wanted it, and boy did that make you feel guilty.
You crush too hard on strangers, man - fucking WEIRDO. Why are you thinking about Betty Boop cartoons so much? I dunno - but this person DOESN'T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT, OK!? Ok ...
Then there's that one that seems to like you ... maybe? Nah. Don't risk it. Even though your regret will echo so loudly that even after death it will rattle in your bones - your bones can hold a memory, and if you only collect bad ones? THAT'S Hell.
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