Living for Music

I seem to fall in love with songs very easily. I'm no musician (I can't play any instrument), but I do love to sing, no matter how my off-key wailing may sound to others hehehe.


Music has always been my comfort, the one thing that I can promise myself will never leave me. It has been with me through my darkest times (when I constantly battled with depression and nonstop suicidal thoughts, and actually contemplated cutting), and my loneliest nights, and times when I was simply terrified for reasons I shall not name. When I felt myself slipping over the edge of madness, my music was there to calm me down and ensure that I still knew who I was, at any rate.


Here are some of my all-time favourites:



  • "Yume no Tsubasa" and "A Song Of Storm And Fire" from TRC


  • "Pandora Hearts" from Pandora Hearts


  • "Numb" by Linkin Park


  • "Fly" by Hilary Duff


  • "Are You Ready" by Three Days Grace


  • "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen


  • "Zero Gravity" and "A Little Too Not Over You" by David Archuleta


  • "Black Rose", "Headstrong" and "Sound Off" by Trapt


  • "Invisible" by Clay Aiken


  • "Survivor" and "DARKNESS EYES" by DBSK


  • "Imaginary" and "Exodus" by Evenescence

And that reminds me, I've yet to try listening to Black Veil Brides. Alright, I'm off! Gonna listen to them and finish off watching Pandora Hearts!

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