"My Little Outlet" genre: Indie
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	Credits: Dustin seppala wrote some of the words.
	Lyrics There is always a feeling of unrest or un-comfort, a feeling of unhappiness constantly burrowing away at some point in your body, most commonly the chest often the head, just as regularly the stomach. In moments you can go from smiling and laughing to wondering how long you will have to be. You can spend hours sitting in one spot waiting for the time to pass faster just staring at a crack in the wall, the clock on a desk, a piece of paper, pencil, pen, paperclip, dust ball, crumb. The things you think...oh my, if people only knew. You are ashamed. You are sickened. The pleasure you get from self torment. The thought of stripping your skin off in sheets to see what you are really made off. What are you really made of anyway? Anything? Passing the time faster by sleeping is very useful but you can only sleep so much before you cant sleep anymore. Next you are left wide awake at night wondering why you are like this knowing you could go to sleep if you just tried but then you try and find out you were proven wrong. Searching for company in anything or anybody and still it never seems to be enough for you. You are never satisfied. You just want the day to be over and then you just want the night to be over and then the day and then the night and day and night day night day night day night. It takes so long to pass but then you look back and realize if flew, flew right past. These feeling are so tangible that you want to cut away at yourself with a plastic knife, dig them out with a plastic spoon and leave it all on the side of the road so you dont have to feel them. You watch TV but it seems to be only a reminder that you are different and they are happy. You know that other people watch TV and dont think the same things as you; like, I bet people who are watching this dont feel like this. You cant be alone but you only want to be with a few select people who have the power to pick you up and make you feel like you are something. They are usually busy. You can go for walks because for some reason the change in scenery makes you feel...lighter. New places make the old faces smear away. But there is a remnant left and when you return to your starting point it seems that nothing has changed and you are in the same situation as before. Death? No you cant do that...dont be ridiculous. You have it so much better than others. You are healthy...maybe. You have food to eat and a place to sleep. You are not dying though you kind of wish you were. Then something would be absolute. Then you would be sure of something. But instead you are left with the day after day after day of the same after same after same. Nothing changing only slightly different variations and once those pass you wish they never happened because it was for a brief second something different and now you are left with what you always have had before, never knowing when it will end though you know it must because you were not always like this. Right? If it has a start it must have an ending. Right? ...yeah. Dustin Seppala's contribution: Imagine wandering into a dark ally and finding your own body battered beaten and bloody, you realize you are dead and looking down on yourself but you don’t care. In this moment you feel relief. You have been anticipating this intimate encounter with the sidewalk for years. Now that is has finally come you smile for the first time in months and realize its over…everything.

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