Opsye...

I'm listening to way too much music. For the past five or six weeks, the first thing I do when I wake up is set-up the playlist. I have breakfast listening to music on the living room's DVD; I have lunch still listening to music.

When I decide to stay home during the afternoon, no matter what I do, music is always playing. If I decide to go out, I keep listening to my playlist on the car, on the train, on the bus, wherever.

If I'm walking on the city, or just waiting for someone, I naturally plug the earphones.

When I get home, more music. I go to bed everyday at 3am, stopping the laptop's music... but then I fall asleep listening to my mp3 player. I fall asleep to music, and I wake up with music.

All this would be fine if music hadn't such an impact on me. I live my world based on what music makes me feel; so that creates lies, hope, false hope, expectations, pretty much anything one could feel. It's... driving me a little bit crazy. When I have nothing to do, I just keep searching for more music, or read and learn everything I can about my favorites. Silence bothers me for the first time, 'cause there's NO FUCKIN' MUSIC PLAYING!

It's a miserable drug, which sometimes resembles a painkiller, but lately is just feels like it grows emotions I'm definitely not used to have. The worst part?

Tomorrow I'll listen even more. I just can't wait for it.

Hello, my name is Richard. And I'm addicted to music.
The fucking thing keeps calling my name.