Let November be tender we all have our cuts
So I think at this point I can no longer claim to not have feelings, I mean I write in a fuckin livejournal right? lol Anyway I have yet to convince anyone to Move to Asheville with me so I plan on being broke
Maybe I'll get lucky
and lose everything
start from the bottom one more time
Who knows. Many people have been asking me lately why I'm moving. And I'll just say it right now - I don't have a real reason. I mean, I have a whole bunch of little reasons that are nice but don't matter at all. It's beautiful, I can play my music down there (theres no real call for folk artists in New Jersey), I can give the south a much needed democratic vote, ...jeez now I can't think of any others.
All I know is that I'm excited because I will be on my own for the first time. I moved out when I was 18 but I moved out with a boyfriend who took care of me, and then I cheated on him with the guy who is currently taking care of me, and I've never lived more than 10 minutes away from my parents. Honestly, I'm sick of people taking care of me. Not to say I take it for granted, I don't, but I'm like 20 and I need to get the fuck out.
Also, I have no idea how to deal with everything ending. There's not enough alcohol in the world to keep me as drunk as I want to be for the rest of the month until I'm settled in Asheville. I'm miserable and I'm excited and I'm scared.
So if you happen to see me in the next 3 weeks before I move, maybe if you show up at my party on the 25th, which you totally all should, please excuse me for not being myself, nothing is quite right at the moment.