Sanity? Who needs it.
Rejection? I feed off of it.
Muse? Got one.
Socially conditioned? To destroy it.
Happiness? With music, why would I ever be sad?
Living? As free as I can be from my own anxiety.
The journey? Kill that anxiety and live it up.
People who want to mess with you? Accept them. Then give them indifference. That's worse than hate.
Neurotic? My double-edged sword.
My tumblr? Enjoy.
Anything that makes me smile. (And anyone else who wants to join me.)