Oh, to reconcile
*Michelle and I are now an item, and I couldn't be fucking happier. We're overcoming the distance one trip at a time. Hopefully I'll be able to stay up there permanently this year, get a job, and be with her. It hurts to be away from her, severely. I've missed this kind of pain.
*I've started working on an experimental musical project with A.J. called The Matroska Complex. We're working on our first original song as we speak. If you have heard of She Wants Revenge, or have listened to Radiohead's latest album (In Rainbows), it's music like that. I'm pretty excited about it, and it's music I can do/get done at my own pace.
*I absolutely hate it in North Carolina. There are only a select few I give a fuck about around here, and other than that, it's shit. After my father being victimized by being fucked out of his job, and being forced to move into a smaller house (which is my Grandma and Grandpa's old house, making things incredibly weird)...I mean, there's no worse feeling of degradation.
*Due to all the stress and depression, my smoking has really gotten out of hand. While I was in N.Y. for the past almost month, I was able to keep my urges down (also cigarettes costing 8 bucks a pack was reason enough not to buy some), and I had Michelle keeping an eye on me...but since I got back, it's been out of hand. I've finished off a pack in less than 3 days, when a pack used to take me about a week and a half. It's getting bad...obviously.
I miss you so much.
*I've started working on an experimental musical project with A.J. called The Matroska Complex. We're working on our first original song as we speak. If you have heard of She Wants Revenge, or have listened to Radiohead's latest album (In Rainbows), it's music like that. I'm pretty excited about it, and it's music I can do/get done at my own pace.
*I absolutely hate it in North Carolina. There are only a select few I give a fuck about around here, and other than that, it's shit. After my father being victimized by being fucked out of his job, and being forced to move into a smaller house (which is my Grandma and Grandpa's old house, making things incredibly weird)...I mean, there's no worse feeling of degradation.
*Due to all the stress and depression, my smoking has really gotten out of hand. While I was in N.Y. for the past almost month, I was able to keep my urges down (also cigarettes costing 8 bucks a pack was reason enough not to buy some), and I had Michelle keeping an eye on me...but since I got back, it's been out of hand. I've finished off a pack in less than 3 days, when a pack used to take me about a week and a half. It's getting bad...obviously.
I miss you so much.