I just want you to know that you ruined my musical career. You ruined my life. You stole my passion and sucked it up like a energy vampire. With one fail swoop you have me crippling depression, ptsd and bi pilot disorder. All for which I receive government money for now because I literally can’t work. I fall over with vertigo from my anxiety and ptsd for never being able to be a musician again. I hope you ponder this. Actually think about the hell you’ve created for me. I’m a shell of a man I once was. I can’t wait to haunt you. When I die I will haunt you. When you hear your children crying about monsters, that will be my passion you stole from me.