I know I might sound spoiled, but hear me out: sometimes I don't want to get better. Anxiety and depression can be a b*tch, but without suffering, I have no inspiration as an artist. If I can't live a happy life, at least I can give others something beautiful to experience. In fact, let the world swing a couple more hits at me! Knock me down good! I want to wear my blood and bruises like patches on a punk rock leather jacket. Let me writhe in pain a while till the ambulance arrives. Let me feel every broken bone in my body like a filling meal, or a bass guitar cranked up to the loudest volume. Even still, in that moment I hope to feel emptiness like I've never felt before.