and its also hard to explain what that means
but the police arent at our house every few days any more. im pretty sure im gonna have a place to live next week. i feel purposeless, sure, but at least i dont feel
doomed
trapped
hopeless
and i mean. i feel a little doomed. and a little trapped. and a little hopeless. but it cant be compared to how i felt before. not at all. nothing at all like how i felt like i was choking on the words when i rapped along with cleanin out my closet, rattling along il-58 all alone at 1am, curled up on side streets along sheridan road, hoping no one would notice my car was there, playing til i collapse as loud as i dared, holding rabbit's hand as we listened to mockingbird and hailies song together, stopped at that goddamn five minute red light between therapy and what we hoped was our home.
its funny what music can be, and what it does.
when i listened to all this before i was lost, i was drowning, i was sure i was going to die
listening to all this now, i feel triumphant
and also fucking pissed off, eminem's such a fucking asshole wow