Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I was accustomed to asking myself the question “what the fuck is wrong with you?” In the past that had been because I’d swallowed a lot of society’s bullshit that made me think that there was something wrong with me. It was a pretty recent thing for me to have decided that the answer to the question “what the fuck is wrong with you” was “nothing.” Nothing was wrong with being gay or being artistic or any of the other things society–or Digger or whoever–wanted to judge me for.
But bursting into tears because of a near-hallucination? What the fuck was wrong with me?( Read the rest of this entry » )