Nervous Breakdown
Dictae of a New York City-ensconced worried gay.
7.17.2006
I write the songs that make the whole park run.
Every aspect of
this story
is so enjoyable, we refuse to believe it's true. Hear that? Well, if they'd frickin' turn down "I Made It Through the Rain" maybe you could. Jesus.
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