Once upon a time, not so long ago, or maybe really long ago - depending on your idea of time - I was someone else. Someone who believed in certain things, who was confident that life was what she had in her head - and her head, that huge thing on her shoulders with a wild, wild mane, was all that mattered...
And then. Then what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And so this other woman became her.
She is the same, yet so different.
Happy? Unhappy? Satisfied? Angry? Indifferent?
Just is, actually. Just.
"... unless you got something. Anything. One thing. The reason normal people got wives and kids, hobbies, whatever, that's because they ain't got that one thing that hits a man hard and that true. I got music, you got this, the thing you think about all the time, the thing that keeps yourself normal. Yeah, makes us great, makes us the best. All we miss out on is everything else."
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