I write songs for a living. Notice that I didn't say work. It's not. It's as natural to me as breathing. Without the writing, I couldn't. Breathe, that is.
I came to the City in 2008, met a great guy, fell in love. I thought it was the whole happy ending.
It wasn't. And I haven't breathed since.
I've wallowed enough. It's time to pick myself back up, and get back in my own skin.