I don’t know…

What the fuck my problem is.

I feel like whatever it is, it’s going to start busting my seams.

I feel like it’s getting too big for my body.

 

I really might be crazy.

 

Or…I’m smart, yet I consistently do stupid things.

Or maybe I’m just fucking dumb.

 

I dunno…

 

I hate myself.

 

I know that for sure.

 

I hate myself.

 

-Edit-

 

I just read a comment someone posted on one of the Dane and the Death Machine youtube videos.

It stated something along the lines of, "I love this song, I have been listening to you for years, I’m surprised you aren’t more popular by now."

 

…

 

I don’t know how that was supposed to make me feel, but it didn’t make me feel great.

 

I mean…thanks there pal.

 

I guess after eight fucking years of writing songs, 30 members coming and going, two record labels, seven albums, a few hundred hand drawn shirts and countless stickers at the merch table, mailing out cd’s to people all over the world OUT OF MY OWN POCKET for free, getting an album on I-tunes, a fucking professional music video, A drug addiction that turned into alcohol dependancy that I am still battling with, countless youtube videos of me playing live,  and a few tours…I’m glad that YOU are the one that is surprised Dane and the Death Machine isn’t popular…

 

Fucking Jesus Christ.

 

…thanks for the encouraging words.

 

I guess.

I mean…you could have told your friends about us…

 

Jesus Christ.

…I’m going to go light something on fire now.

 

Fuck