I mean, playing music at home and writing and hanging out with my guitar is kind of medicinal for me, but when I bring the songs to people on stage, it's very joyous.
Not being able to find meaning can be just as powerful as finding meaning.
And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.
No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
You learn to move on without the people you love.
I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.
That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl.
Some make the world go round; others watch it turn.
Sometimes I think life's only mission is to bring us to our knees. . . the perfect position to seek God.
Just pick a political story at random and read the comments. There is no logic or reason on either side - only hypocrisy and hate.
No other person's ideas, and none of my own ideas, are as authoritative as my experience.