There are no words for what I'm feeling right now. At this moment.
I'm so unbelievably tired. Young Wild has taken everything out of me. Doing this shit on my own has been crazy but I absolutely could not have done it any other way. I can't imagine making music unless it is fully my own - and on my own terms. I'm a ridiculous individual; I want what I want, exactly how I want it... without compromise. It's a painful way to be, sometimes, but the alternative might be worse.
Anyway... I'm venting to the ether.
What I actually feel, beneath all this exhaustion and spent, is pride. I fuckin' did it. 9 songs, written, recorded and produced (except for The Wanderer, which was produced by my good friend and engineer Atlay) by me. One day I'll be able to feel the full extent of what this has meant...
Right now?
Yay me.
