The day wasn’t a good one for me. I felt rejected, hurt, and perfectly knocked out by reality. I felt like I got pushed off the top of Vath Building by someone I thought would pull me rather than push me down. But I’m not going to dwell on the details of that one.
On that day, I happened to listen to “Miss Murder” by AFI. The blood-curling screaming vocals became my own screams when I wanted to relieve myself of the feelings I’ve been stuffing down for a long time. My saying “it’s okay” whenever painful times come were a pile of denial bull crap as the irrelevant words were screamed: “Reaching for a golden ring we’d never let go… but who would ever let us put our filthy hands around it?”
The song snapped me out of a dull life and made me think about taking more risks.
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