It hurts to open up. Like salt in wounds, like sand in one's eyes. Nevertheless, I do, and I change. For the better, for the worse, for the exactly-the-same... I don't know. But I changed. Because I was happy.

Smell of Rain (Megan's Song)
Daddy
Kids
History Class
Sickness
Tremble
Unalive
Boundaries
Solemnity
Theory
Non-Thinking
Credible
Drugstore Cowboy
Ever Searching
Good Morning
Cake
Music
Radioactive