A.I. says that based on my posts, this is me today.
I confess: I WISH!
Another confession: I'm going to be wasted soon. Jack Daniels, and cola. Good mixture to anaesthetise myself and not feel any more pain. If I will survive and I can go forward, I will write a new song even if I can't hear anything but my tinnitus.
I'm so tired of the huge pain, and of all the issues, including the lack of money. So either I'm going on away, or I still be here and create something.