White Girl Wasted > White Girl Wasted Audio Recordings


Sometimes I find it just as hard to get into my head as I do to get out. I find my mind blank. The inspiration gone - fleeting with a thought, a sound, a distraction. My language lost. My words, useless. That’s when the self doubt might be the worst. I question my value as an artist, whether my insight has any real meaning or am i just self aggrandizing in an attempt to soothe my fragile by giant ego? Will it ever be enough?