Just because someone’s parents are together, someone has a nice house, has nice clothes, isn’t poor, eats every day and has a loving family doesn’t mean they can’t be depressed, have anxiety, an eating disorder, self harm issues, or any other problem.
- (Singing) My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd-- (stops singing) Wait. (laughing) That was the second verse, what am I doing?! (Talking to Matt) I can hear you whispering over there!
- Matt: It's 'my ship went down.'
- Alex: What?
- Matt: Doesn't it start with 'my ship went down'?
- Alex: Yeah. I know it does; I fucked it up. (laughs) Thank you though. Can I get like a teleprompter or something with like a bouncing fuckin' Mickey head so I don't forget the words?
I’m just waiting for Pete to tweet “You’re welcome”.