I've realized I think so much I start making up thoughts in my head
Sometimes, I think everyone hates me.
Or there's a man in my closet...
or when I haven't done anything, I feel as if
I've done something horribly wrong,
And in the end, it's just me going insane.
So, I sit down and tell Frederyck about everything... and he always listens and sings back.
Or I pull out my instruments and learn a song or two.
Or I take a walk.
And sometimes, I pull out my bag of paper, scissors, glue, and fabric, turn on the music, and begin to create little things.
It's good to be solitary...
Thank you Marina Hudgens!