This time last year, I started my dance with death in Denton.
I started walking the streets at night looking for parties; I went into houses where I didn’t know anyone’s name, I took drinks from strangers, secretly hoping they had slipped enough of something in my drink to kill me.
I started hanging out with people I knew didn’t care about me or if I got home safe; there was barely a time during my dance in Denton when I was sober.
I wasn’t afraid of death; I was looking for a way out of the mess I had created with my friends Molly and Lucy and Mary Jane.
Now, a year later I realize those people were not my friends. Those places are full of memories I half-remember, and almost homes to my lifeless body.
If I had stayed in Denton, I would have died in Denton.
I’m still friends with Lucy and Mary Jane, but they don’t let me forget the pain of yesteryear.
#mcm forever my baby Robin Pecknold of the #fleetfoxes #love
I don’t care how you feel about me
Don’t bother giving me advice I won’t take anyway
At the end of the day I know who I am and I know what I want
And no one can stop me