Winehouse.

seeing somebody die is always a wake up call. Especially over a cause of love death. Life can become a bad trip when you lose love. I know that first hand. Especially when you stop giving fuck and just want drugs and bad decisions. I mean I find myself mind deep in pills and syrup justa slow things down. And, speed things up. I'm still suicidal, thought it was a phase, but it's not. It's a way of life til I die, always on the edge until that on day comes. So I don't feel sorry for Amy, i'm glad she has found peace out this hell hole. I will cherish her music throughout my time as I already did. She was a great musician, but being a great musician comes with great undeniable pain. Being in tune with your emotions and thoughts is super scary. For me, it gets to the point where my skin turns colors with what I feel. Unbearable pain that I usually cure with a gram of weed or porn. I can't do shit unless i'm on drugs, I just don't feel comfortable. Don't know how things got this way, but fuck it. This isn't a mourning becuase I understand Amy and had I have the same financial outlook to afford what I really wanna do, i'd prolly be gone too in this sad and lonely world. It doesn't really matter anyway if it's not peace. So peace and love to Amy. I love your presence and pain in music, for I will do the same to show the world they're not alone.... but that just being said isn't enough to make me want to live. I'll create and perform until my spaceship arrives. Much Love