Elton John was my first and only celebrity crush.
Openly confused about my sexuality.
I run toward danger and cower from rejection.
Proudly addicted to rollerblading.
Secretly terrible at reading.
2 AM is prime collaging time.
I blamed my parents until I realized nothing was wrong.
I’ve been rescued. I’ve kept secrets. I’ve run from love. I’ve chased lies. I’ve cringed at truth. I’ve clung to poison. I’ve written songs and thrown them out. I’ve rummaged through the trash. I’ve dropped out. I’ve started over. I’ve said goodbye too soon. And through it all, music was there.